I talk like a galoot when I get talking to feemale girls and I can’t lay my tongue to anything that sounds right.
One of my pet hates is traffic wardens.
[…] a winged seraph […] sipping aurorean dew, and extracting nectareous essences from aromatic flowers.
Thus furth he drew his truſty glaive, / While thouſands all arround, / Drawn frae their ſheaths glanſt in the ſun, / And loud the bougills ſound.
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