God damn it, you are as bad as my batty stepmom in Leicester...

Where would we be without you blokes?
Said with respect!


It is... how should we say... a subtle question...?
The batty step mother I was talking about had gone off to meet Thurber in the USA, who had actually died, 2 days before she met him, and 6 months before she met my, **** father, in Paris...
boing wrote: ↑Thu Mar 18, 2021 10:08 pmCome cheer up, my lads! 'tis to glory we steer,
To add something more to this wonderful year;
To honour we call you, not press you like slaves,
For who are so free as the sons of the waves?
Chorus:
Heart of oak are our ships, heart of oak are our men;
We always are ready, steady, boys, steady!
We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.[5]
Steady, boys, steady!
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