
Gordon Angus Mackinlay
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posted 28 April 2021 23:12
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Ladies and Gentlemen,
I always thought, armor was French for love?
While armour were big greasy, smelly things, inhabited by little huddling groups of men, who are also greasy and smelly things. Always having a brew up, from their constantly on the boil water boiler, and producing gastronomical delights from the vast array of foodstuffs and condiments that they carry in their many hiding placed on the big greasy, smelly things. Who every night, sleep in absolute comfort on their stretchers and inside their sleeping bags to the strains of classical music coming from their multitude of electronic devices containing within the big greasy, smelly thing.
Signed, Envious, ex-plodding person, who carried his home on his back for many years.
Yours, Jock in Sydney |
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Posts: 129 | From: Sydney, Australia | Registered: May 2001 |
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