...and after you've impaled me, hoist me over your shoulder, shouting LOOK WHAT'S COMING TO YOU GRISHAM, willya call my Mom? She gets kinda worried.--Whirlochre
You rejected my Pa, and he shot himself. Let's rassle, you sonofabitch. --Whirlochre
Grampaw, whut does "sugar tittie" mean? --Paul Penna
Hey mister, did you know there's a pub down at the bottom of the village where people with your tastes like to hang out? --anon.
But gramps, I'm nearly ten. Surely I can come hunting writers with you now? --Marissa Doyle
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...and after you've impaled me, hoist me over your shoulder, shouting LOOK WHAT'S COMING TO YOU GRISHAM, willya call my Mom? She gets kinda worried.--Whirlochre
You rejected my Pa, and he shot himself. Let's rassle, you sonofabitch. --Whirlochre
Grampaw, whut does "sugar tittie" mean? --Paul Penna
Hey mister, did you know there's a pub down at the bottom of the village where people with your tastes like to hang out? --anon.
But gramps, I'm nearly ten. Surely I can come hunting writers with you now? --Marissa Doyle
HA!!
Robin S.
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