As we hurry away to the end, my friend,
Of this sad little farce called existence,
We are sure that the future will bring one thing,
And that is the grave in the distance.
And so when our lives run along all wrong,
And nothing seems real or certain,
We can comfort ourselves with the thought (or not)
Of that spectre behind the curtain.
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Thanks for the mention in your blog, I returned the favor today. I also went and visited Rambling and left a comment. They guy with the ripped T-shirt and pulled down shorts is Filthy Gorgeous
Thanks for the mention in your blog, I returned the favor today. I also went and visited Rambling and left a comment. They guy with the ripped T-shirt and pulled down shorts is Filthy Gorgeous
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A man's penis is his best best friend isn't it?
ReplyDeleteThanks Mikey.
ReplyDeleteAnd Babs A mans penis can also be his worse enemy.