Watery squelch. The intense aroma awakens every sense so that most visitors can only stay in the room for a few seconds. The culprit, the dirty scallion, is easy to spot with the grin. His only regret in that no longer can he play the arse trumpet No more ass-jazz for this left bank funkateer The ho...

thanks very much!
* blushes *

glad ye thought it was okay. and you're right about that vulture line, pile of shite really, ha ha ha!

Each and every time I see the ripples feel the splash I bet 100 fry the dry ones are at sport Fools on stilts their props work on me no more. Rainbow feathers knots on string no longer pierce me with their sting they took my father, mother brother And still they try for me. In shallow depths I liste...