I am by no means perfect, but my wife
Has a particularly
dirty habit
Which she won’t like
me mentioning
As it involves a
rampant rabbit
I am by no means perfect, but my wife
Has a particularly
dirty habit
Which she won’t like
me mentioning
As it involves a
rampant rabbit
The only business model
Whose proprietor
prefers
Customers with no
redeeming
Qualities, are
Pawnbrokers
Artificial Intelligence is being explored
By science, despite
its inadvisability
But then education and
inquisitiveness
Are no defence against
natural stupidity
Everyone needs a hobby
And my dad is no
exception
He has built up a
rather large
Empty bottle
collection
There is a name for it
It’ll come to me in a
tick
It’s on the tip of my
tongue
Oh yes, he’s an
alcoholic
I was nearly killed by a salt lorry
As I was riding in
Surrey Heath
I was so angry I shouted
at the driver
Though it was through
gritted teeth
In the BBC Newsroom
Just
ahead of the action
The
producer announces
“Lights
Camera Fiction”
It
was universally believed that she was a most beautiful creature with such a
sweet and delightful nature and a radiant smile that lit up her face.
But during the meal all Daniel could do was to look at her with lascivious
eyes, to his complete and utter disgrace and he thought she would not smile at
him so sweetly if she knew that he wanted her utterly, this beautiful young
woman so demurely dressed, how he yearned to divest her of those very clothes.
If she could read his lustful mind she would find there such filthy thoughts.
As
he looked at her with lustful eyes he wondered if her nature was as innocent as
it seemed or if she was as dirty as in his sordid dreams, where he left her
sullied and disgraced.
But it really was only a dream, the pretty young thing with sumptuous figure, how he would like to consume her in his vigour, but the pretty young girl, half his age will never release his passion from its cage.