I suppose we should be thankful that this sheaf of loosely-bound sheets of toilet paper we call a Constitution (often with a capital see) has simply been suspended and not hung by the goolies until permanently Viagra-proof. Though perhaps at this stage we shouldn't be putting ideas into the head of that constitutionally constipated occupant of the
451°F is the temperature at which paper ignites...
in case you're planning a good ol’ fashioned book burning
08 November 2007
Suspension of this “Belief” thingy
Found this evocative picture hung up on the walls of the resurgent Zakintosh blog:

I suppose we should be thankful that this sheaf of loosely-bound sheets of toilet paper we call a Constitution (often with a capital see) has simply been suspended and not hung by the goolies until permanently Viagra-proof. Though perhaps at this stage we shouldn't be putting ideas into the head of that constitutionally constipated occupant of thePeacock Toilet Throne, Maharaja Jarnail Singh urf Paaji Puttsun Peiji Badshah.
I suppose we should be thankful that this sheaf of loosely-bound sheets of toilet paper we call a Constitution (often with a capital see) has simply been suspended and not hung by the goolies until permanently Viagra-proof. Though perhaps at this stage we shouldn't be putting ideas into the head of that constitutionally constipated occupant of the
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3 comments:
Hyeeeumrghhffff.....
[Being uncertain cross between laughter-groan-sigh-barf]
All that is left for us to do is craft sentences to throw out what we feel.
But we cant.
At least we have humour and food left in our lives.
@L/B/V: apologies for the gross-out
@Jalal: yup, that's what we have left - to eat, drink, and be merry
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