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Greetings, malnourishments!
Lo, mere mortals! We have seen the Queen of the Nile! I mean, the Queen of the Ring! We enjoyed him very much! His margarine friend was very gender ambiguous, almost as much as the Spacey of the Kevin. Ona has bought a catsuit over the bintynet, just like the Queenie's sparkly garment. Or has she? Oh no she hasn't! Oh yes she has! I need a valium.
The honours of the dishonourable have been decided, to an extent. I mean, kinda. The badly-in-need-of-trinny-and-susannah bitch has not replied to our many ultimatums, so the final decision lies somewhere ahead, in the green and smelly mists of time. We shall fight to the death with cotton buds! Bitch!
Youthful Harlot is taking her very many skirts back to the land of the bendy spoons. How she will get back down Parliament Street with her newly expanded waistline is any fiend's guess. Those damn pies of mince! Germaine's Corset Shop will be kept in business for a few months yet! The wench!
Dame Lurch is suffering from some unforseen sobriety, and is raring to skip back to the land of snake bites and sex on the beach. God, those rocks are sharp. Yes.
Meanwhile, in the land of nod, Ona is still battling through the rapids of unemployment in her canoe made for one. Ona is fairly apathetic, her wailing mother moans, at the top of her voice, in the bathroom.
Anyway, we're tired of talking to you! You bore us!
Now shut up!
Quotation of the session: "On the other side, the old King, who had many Wives, and many Concubines, wanted not Court-Flatterers to insinuate into his heart a thousand tender thoughts for this young Beauty..." A load of shit! Now read it!
Word of the session: anteprandial. What we're experiencing now! Ona, give me more of your wonderful sustenance!
Lo, mere mortals! We have seen the Queen of the Nile! I mean, the Queen of the Ring! We enjoyed him very much! His margarine friend was very gender ambiguous, almost as much as the Spacey of the Kevin. Ona has bought a catsuit over the bintynet, just like the Queenie's sparkly garment. Or has she? Oh no she hasn't! Oh yes she has! I need a valium.
The honours of the dishonourable have been decided, to an extent. I mean, kinda. The badly-in-need-of-trinny-and-susannah bitch has not replied to our many ultimatums, so the final decision lies somewhere ahead, in the green and smelly mists of time. We shall fight to the death with cotton buds! Bitch!
Youthful Harlot is taking her very many skirts back to the land of the bendy spoons. How she will get back down Parliament Street with her newly expanded waistline is any fiend's guess. Those damn pies of mince! Germaine's Corset Shop will be kept in business for a few months yet! The wench!
Dame Lurch is suffering from some unforseen sobriety, and is raring to skip back to the land of snake bites and sex on the beach. God, those rocks are sharp. Yes.
Meanwhile, in the land of nod, Ona is still battling through the rapids of unemployment in her canoe made for one. Ona is fairly apathetic, her wailing mother moans, at the top of her voice, in the bathroom.
Anyway, we're tired of talking to you! You bore us!
Now shut up!
Quotation of the session: "On the other side, the old King, who had many Wives, and many Concubines, wanted not Court-Flatterers to insinuate into his heart a thousand tender thoughts for this young Beauty..." A load of shit! Now read it!
Word of the session: anteprandial. What we're experiencing now! Ona, give me more of your wonderful sustenance!