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Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.
Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?
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Chunder is the correct word, Z. I feel downright ill after watching that. The way he held up his ...stuff...and it dripped down...EW!
People are MAD.
Revenge may be a dish best eaten cold, but cold spunk, frankly, is a revolting thought. Even if it was his own. Another man's would have been just too appalling.
Gross! I covered my eyes. Even so, still gross.
Oh my god. That did make me actually puke. That is bad. Why did I look?
Having said this, though, I have to confess that I did make a certain gentleman eat a spoonful of his own not so long ago.
I was too stunned even to cover my eyes, LZM. Sorry as I am to have made you sick, D, I confess to a certain satisfaction at provoking such disgust in everyone.
Dandelion, you had a spoon about your person at the time? Oh, that's cruel. A handful is one thing, but the forethought gone in to having a spoon suggests a high degree of studied teasing.
I had the sound down at the beginning. I only turned it up when I realised it was about delicious creme eggs. I didn't get to the end.
Now, I didn't have a spoon about my person at the time, no. I made Mrs A pop to the kitchen and get one. A tablespoon.
This is not getting better, Dandelion. You are thoroughly naughty!
Well, he needed to be taught a lesson! I was just trying to make a point.
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