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Well the hippity-hope of JC Cauterised Tale is almost upon us. Naany & The Prof are eggless and the market garden has more paper green than leafy offerings. How offal !
Over to Vat City (GST in Canada) the cardinals are flocking to Soutane Gorge hoping to get to see a Lapin Dance. We’re planning on getting a few oval issue so that we can make
Eggs Benedict for XVI. We call it Ovaltene, but we’ve been called apostate when they actually meant we were aprostate and prostrate. Ukulele Pax ain’t for another month thank you very much Greg & Julius. Couldn’t you guys have synched everything with the big guy who’s your Palm Sunday Pilot. We can’t even spare a few roofing nails to send to the ubiquitous self stigmatisation over to Manila. We have the envelopes but the roof is falling in and the bottom’s falling out. No more Buckley’s mixture as a form of liquidity now that his nibs’ right and left arms are in eternam. Maybe some Sterno with Gore-Reading Siegfried unto the Roi in Celetial Vegas with Vidal. Salon dot com ? Gimme Saloon with Dot.Ben Hymn Ben Hur Ben Gay
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