Do yourworstbest
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Do yourworstbest
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Originally Posted by Goof

In life you only get one lap, might as well make it a good one.
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omfg Saint![]()
Originally Posted by Goof
Jeeze Deb you could make a lot of money with that mouth.
P.s. Daise I profusely apologise for saying that in a situation that involves your child but think about it from the toothless hooker point of view.
My mum always used to say, when life hands you lemons "kill mob within spell duration with a soul gem of adequate quality for the mob's level to trap its soul"

That is funny...
^^^ My comment was going to be "Open your mind".

Get me outta these polka dots now.
What were you thinking Ma?

The eagerness with with you shamelessly exploit your child for cheap entertainment astounds me.
Nah, not really, and since I'm here:
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The timing and arrangement of these images is no coincidence - trust me, I've seen the Da Vinci Code and I know all about this sort of thing. In his seemingly innocuous post, The Saint is trying to tell us one or all of these things:
The Saint wants a cuddle (and perhaps a burp).
The Saint thinks I'm a fat slag.
The Saint would like a large hand across his bottom.
LEGAL DISCLAIMER: contents of this post are framed within a particular context and any act or omission by the reader that misinterprets or ignores context hereby renders the post and its contents partly or wholly invalid should the consideration(s) for which they were originally made no longer apply (notwithstanding the specific refusal to acknowledge words such as inrdocalathinisation which have no known correct contextual applications outside this disclaimer). Furthermore, in the highly likely event that reading this post neccesitates the supplementarily ingestion of any substance either orally, nasally, topically, intravenously or by suppository, pessary, or smoke inhalation, the author assumes no liability for pecuniary, fiduciary or custodial losses howsoever caused. No animals were harmed in the process of writing of this post, (although certain users are on borrowed time, I can assure you). Recycled jokes have been used whever possible.

I see it now Deb...I think you are right, its a cry for help...Actually I can easily image the saint spending his Friday night in a nappy having his bottom smacked by an expensive hooker...
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