As a young shaver I seemed inexorably tugged to Flakes?
TERRIbly confusing, there are 2 Terry's Can's one is not stuck with his tool in a "handbag"
While unlike me the Hoser Poser "The poet of Perth "is probably a lovely larrrikan who has twisted many knickers here.While a jolly jester .Tho I never send reds I am in reality a dull morose moron whose wife pens my pathetic posts, between begging letters and toad funding efforts.PM if you can spare 69 satang for a cup of pee.
in hope of attention and that some somewhere out there will send me a pie or slip me a sausage personally to my wretched shack the Squirrel View in Ban Donhope.I'd do anything for a good firm Cumberland Suasage or a lil Lies Pie? If only I knew a wealthy person with Bucketloads of pies.
Can's entirely different Terry has a Swiss Role having rotated his motor vertically. His own gran was of my kin from close to the Holy Ground of Cobh harbour then Queenstown aptly now the home of the Viagara works, An Ó Súilleabháin her four bears were Sullivan Bears dark eyed Black Irish of legendary juberoa ilk Moriarty's on Da's side who cashed in Ballarat and headed with Sydney Ducks to do to California what they had done to the Ladies of Melbourne.Some suggested Dan may have mated with a Tasmanian Devil called Sheila.
I can knot lucid date further without strong liquor, my great Aunt assured me we are from a very old sept/clan , but aren't we all.
Perhaps a spell in the can he'll meat folk with a like minded Spin , his own Klong Dyke?
Can123 in his own innimitable manner is reaching out for greens , perhaps misplaced hereabouts but like may of my Celtic compatriots he's is
Adored by Women
Admired by Men
Feared by Sheep
^ that's a bit to comfortable for Terry
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