What's this? We'll have no filth here at Christmas tide! Santa got stuck in my chimney when he came last year? No wonder he was late delivering the presents, and that young lady on the front has no foundation wear on under her very brief cardigan. Mind you, when I think of Christmas stockings, my mind will quickly stray to
Post edited by Urban_Tribesman at 2015-12-26 06:53:53
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
This keeps Roy in chip butties throughout the year!
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.