jancrow
Bluelighter
Also, trousers falling down, constant slapstick, flower in buttonhole spraying water at admirers.
The Bawdy Bardy said:'Fondling,' she saith, 'since I have hemm'd thee here
Within the circuit of this ivory pale,
I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer;
Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale:
Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry,
Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.'
I laughed. I hate myself.Q: What do paedos and whiskey have in common?
A: They both come in small tots.