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Tosspot
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Edward Dolan wrote:
> I was reflecting on My Greatness the other night and I fainted dead away
> from My Own Magnificence. I do not know how I got to be so Great, but here I
> am for all you idiots, morons and imbeciles to enjoy.
Oh Great Ted (you don't mind if I call you Ted do you?), we are unworthy
to treadle upon the spittle of your greatness and prostrate ourselves
before you're worshipful scrotum. We illiterate peddlars can only look
up in wonder at the blinding glory of your chicken feathered greatness
and aspire, if only in small spart, to be the skid marks of your kegs.
So we beg you, nay, bessech you, to tell us, is the High Weasel Jim Beam
correct, or the upstart Gary Young. Our Lord and Master Jobst cannot
rule on this matter for fear of falling from grace.
Yourse, a fearful worshipper (and 3 sheets to the wind), Tosspot (you
may call me Toss).
> I was reflecting on My Greatness the other night and I fainted dead away
> from My Own Magnificence. I do not know how I got to be so Great, but here I
> am for all you idiots, morons and imbeciles to enjoy.
Oh Great Ted (you don't mind if I call you Ted do you?), we are unworthy
to treadle upon the spittle of your greatness and prostrate ourselves
before you're worshipful scrotum. We illiterate peddlars can only look
up in wonder at the blinding glory of your chicken feathered greatness
and aspire, if only in small spart, to be the skid marks of your kegs.
So we beg you, nay, bessech you, to tell us, is the High Weasel Jim Beam
correct, or the upstart Gary Young. Our Lord and Master Jobst cannot
rule on this matter for fear of falling from grace.
Yourse, a fearful worshipper (and 3 sheets to the wind), Tosspot (you
may call me Toss).