You're my wife now.
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We didn't burn him.
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Oh, Brian, your dad and I don't care what you do as long as you're not gay.
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Joe he was a young Cord-Wangler, Munging Greebles did he go.
And he loved a Bogler's daughter by the name of Chiswick Flo.
Like she was and like her Grusset, Oh her Gander Parts were fine.
But she sneered at his Cord-Wangle as it hung upon the line.

So he stole a Wogler's Moulie for to make a Wedding Ring.
But the Bow Street Runners caught him and the Judge said "You will Swing".
Oh they tied him by the Postern, Nailed his Moulie to the Fence!
For to warn all young Cord-Wanglers that it was a grave offence.

There's a moral to this story; Though your Cord Wangle be poor keep your hands off other's Moulies, For it is against the Law.
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You can't drink a pint of bovril!
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Thankyou, and goodnight
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I used to think that life was unfair. Then I thought, wouldn't it be much worse, if life were fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them? So, now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe.
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If this thread were a person, would ANYONE pay Buleste and I the ransom?

If this thread was a plane, would the pilot take us to Cuba?
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If this thread was a plane i'd take the bus.
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Take this bus to Cuba
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