pleased to meet you... I'm madonna... oops where's me strides got to now... oh my... rub some o'that winter green into me knee caps will ya? I wanna get up on the dance floor that's what it's for etc
I have reserved a christmas card for you. It is here, waiting by the glass of poison and tin of refried guilt beans. I hope you revel and soak in the spoils of your pleasure. (weep) I wait in your garden, wearing brown underhads and sad beard. You broke my heart. (brings plastercine blade to throat.. oh foul cartoonerist) (roll credits) (elaborate sequence of etc. and silhouette of clenched hand against moonlight) (fade) (trumpet) (etc.)
Natty suit ain'it
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Brilliant drawing. Nice caption too!
i like his pants.....
I'm lonely
pleased to meet you... I'm madonna... oops where's me strides got to now... oh my... rub some o'that winter green into me knee caps will ya? I wanna get up on the dance floor that's what it's for etc
I have reserved a christmas card for you. It is here, waiting by the glass of poison and tin of refried guilt beans. I hope you revel and soak in the spoils of your pleasure. (weep) I wait in your garden, wearing brown underhads and sad beard. You broke my heart. (brings plastercine blade to throat.. oh foul cartoonerist) (roll credits) (elaborate sequence of etc. and silhouette of clenched hand against moonlight) (fade) (trumpet) (etc.)
what the fun am I on about?
apologies.
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