Ohgoodness Jamrag
he didnt
know what that washad never heard of it before
not until he read the first letter in the LETTER section beneath an
article About as Useless as a String Condom in the London Review of Books 23
January 2003 regarding the Royal Familys latest annus horribilis(NOnot that Latin
horrible year) he had no regard for
the Queen the Court the Royals he didnt cared
a whiff(Smell my finger it smelled like pussy he salivated
MyGawd!he had to find the pussy it belonged to before the night was out
and didnt until after two fistfight ensued as he yanked couples apart indoors
an out and copped deep whiffswetted the tip of his nose NO he wasnt smelling cock)
perversely(now? perversely) it occurred
to him that tea could be made from a jamrag
his mother habitually had toast an jam when she took tea shed didnt have cookies with her teaWatching
my girlish figure she said it would have
been a spectacular to witness while stoned on opium but Big Steve had booked
town already and he was his only source opium opiated hash either smelled divine the
scent of a marvelousflower
he wondered how long it should
steep
1444, Monday,
25 12. 17
1242, Day-between-Two-Ts, 27 12.
17
“Its thesis appears to be that
the monarchy does not deserve to survive if the House of Windsor cannot earn
the necessary respect. This is quite clear to most people without having their
noses rubbed in a jam-rag.” Martin Blyth
Poole, Dorset
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