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Cheddar Gorge 5
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I am never quite sure how the worst jazz pianist in Christendom became such a great smiling angel as he appears to be. I am somewhat perplexed by the fact that there are no Christians here. Perhaps they think they shouldn't have to be doing such strange things as dancing with winged necropolites on the cloud that I'm looking down from. But in heaven we never know exactly when or how the 'Lord' will react to stimuli like porn, praying and various other unsavoury habits. Sometimes he explodes whilst watching big butch women eating popcorn and drinking gallons of lukeward Blaand coffee. Whereas it behooves all who would fain submit to Christian baptism and all the other nonsense to which we have become impervious, to ensure that we are not excluded from all the fun. You get up to 80% off which helps immeasurably with the cost of providing pleasurable activities and we have yet to discover what it would be like to have sex while trumpeting with elephantine angels but hopefully we shall eventually get it.
God knows what joys we occasionally miss while we are busy tut-tutting about mischievously playing pranks on him. As you mightn’t be aware that cannabis is freely distributed among the dead, which may explain why they seem feckless and giggle and they write worryingly about nonsensNotwithstanding yesterday's debacle involving representatives from dubious religious cults and inebriated cherubs, Heaven is generally much more gentle than I expected. Music is something I hear in my lunch-hour but poetry is not. I would prefer to play jazz but I don't know any suitable tunes for angels with harps. Regrettably it would irredeemably besmirch covenanters if it is true that lust for sheep almost proves impossible to even talk about. Sheep shagger anecdotes are wholesome amongst Welsh upland souls who don't have appropriate morals during the hypothetical auditions for sainthood. Nevertheless, the best sinners are Scottish Catholics of Irish inclination who forever play whilst everybody else tries rationally and sometimes devours children. When I fidget with myself, people like to throw custard and peddle narcotics apparently believing in fairies. Why? It should be outrageous but wherever I go absolutely everybody howls with laughter at my homeopathic remedies.
Just because Marx brothers act truly yet somehow falsely doesn't mean that they are paradoxical, unlike some of us. Nevertheless, they were indubitably under arrest for making whoopie under the watchful eye of countless perverted clergymen. I, myself, once toyed openly with my fluglehorn despite requests from neighbours to stop. They clearly grow tomatoes
God knows what joys we occasionally miss while we are busy tut-tutting about mischievously playing pranks on him. As you mightn’t be aware that cannabis is freely distributed among the dead, which may explain why they seem feckless and giggle and they write worryingly about nonsensNotwithstanding yesterday's debacle involving representatives from dubious religious cults and inebriated cherubs, Heaven is generally much more gentle than I expected. Music is something I hear in my lunch-hour but poetry is not. I would prefer to play jazz but I don't know any suitable tunes for angels with harps. Regrettably it would irredeemably besmirch covenanters if it is true that lust for sheep almost proves impossible to even talk about. Sheep shagger anecdotes are wholesome amongst Welsh upland souls who don't have appropriate morals during the hypothetical auditions for sainthood. Nevertheless, the best sinners are Scottish Catholics of Irish inclination who forever play whilst everybody else tries rationally and sometimes devours children. When I fidget with myself, people like to throw custard and peddle narcotics apparently believing in fairies. Why? It should be outrageous but wherever I go absolutely everybody howls with laughter at my homeopathic remedies.
Just because Marx brothers act truly yet somehow falsely doesn't mean that they are paradoxical, unlike some of us. Nevertheless, they were indubitably under arrest for making whoopie under the watchful eye of countless perverted clergymen. I, myself, once toyed openly with my fluglehorn despite requests from neighbours to stop. They clearly grow tomatoes
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I am never quite sure how the worst jazz pianist in Christendom became such a great smiling angel as he appears to be. I am somewhat perplexed by the fact that there are no Christians here. Perhaps they think they shouldn't have to be doing such strange things as dancing with winged necropolites on the cloud that I'm looking down from. But in heaven we never know exactly when or how the 'Lord' will react to stimuli like porn, praying and various other unsavoury habits. Sometimes he explodes whilst watching big butch women eating popcorn and drinking gallons of lukeward Blaand coffee. Whereas it behooves all who would fain submit to Christian baptism and all the other nonsense to which we have become impervious, to ensure that we are not excluded from all the fun. You get up to 80% off which helps immeasurably with the cost of providing pleasurable activities and we have yet to discover what it would be like to have sex while trumpeting with elephantine angels but hopefully we shall eventually get it.
God knows what joys we occasionally miss while we are busy tut-tutting about mischievously playing pranks on him. As you mightn’t be aware that cannabis is freely distributed among the dead, which may explain why they seem feckless and giggle and they write worryingly about nonsensNotwithstanding yesterday's debacle involving representatives from dubious religious cults and inebriated cherubs, Heaven is generally much more gentle than I expected. Music is something I hear in my lunch-hour but poetry is not. I would prefer to play jazz but I don't know any suitable tunes for angels with harps. Regrettably it would irredeemably besmirch covenanters if it is true that lust for sheep almost proves impossible to even talk about. Sheep shagger anecdotes are wholesome amongst Welsh upland souls who don't have appropriate morals during the hypothetical auditions for sainthood. Nevertheless, the best sinners are Scottish Catholics of Irish inclination who forever play whilst everybody else tries rationally and sometimes devours children. When I fidget with myself, people like to throw custard and peddle narcotics apparently believing in fairies. Why? It should be outrageous but wherever I go absolutely everybody howls with laughter at my homeopathic remedies.
Just because Marx brothers act truly yet somehow falsely doesn't mean that they are paradoxical, unlike some of us. Nevertheless, they were indubitably under arrest for making whoopie under the watchful eye of countless perverted clergymen. I, myself, once toyed openly with my fluglehorn despite requests from neighbours to stop. They clearly grow tomatoes despite protests that they are forbiden fruit. Perhaps we should finish here.
God knows what joys we occasionally miss while we are busy tut-tutting about mischievously playing pranks on him. As you mightn’t be aware that cannabis is freely distributed among the dead, which may explain why they seem feckless and giggle and they write worryingly about nonsensNotwithstanding yesterday's debacle involving representatives from dubious religious cults and inebriated cherubs, Heaven is generally much more gentle than I expected. Music is something I hear in my lunch-hour but poetry is not. I would prefer to play jazz but I don't know any suitable tunes for angels with harps. Regrettably it would irredeemably besmirch covenanters if it is true that lust for sheep almost proves impossible to even talk about. Sheep shagger anecdotes are wholesome amongst Welsh upland souls who don't have appropriate morals during the hypothetical auditions for sainthood. Nevertheless, the best sinners are Scottish Catholics of Irish inclination who forever play whilst everybody else tries rationally and sometimes devours children. When I fidget with myself, people like to throw custard and peddle narcotics apparently believing in fairies. Why? It should be outrageous but wherever I go absolutely everybody howls with laughter at my homeopathic remedies.
Just because Marx brothers act truly yet somehow falsely doesn't mean that they are paradoxical, unlike some of us. Nevertheless, they were indubitably under arrest for making whoopie under the watchful eye of countless perverted clergymen. I, myself, once toyed openly with my fluglehorn despite requests from neighbours to stop. They clearly grow tomatoes despite protests that they are forbiden fruit. Perhaps we should finish here.
Abstinence Makes the Church Grow Fondlers.