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| The Shepherd's Daughter (William Kay Blacklock, 1872-1924) |
"Oh, I am robbed of my maidenhead!" complained Angela.
Then we witnessed the only suicide of the evening...
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| "Oh, I've lost my ear," declared Vincent. |
Mike and Yvonne indulged in poetry.
Eyebrows were raised.
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| ... something about a castle in a field. |
Yvonne assured us that this offering will have a tune one day.
Mick took us instrumentally skywards ...
Max lamented the absence of cane ...
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| Ain't no more ... |
There was a cross-dressing felon ...
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| Stand and deliver! |
Mike P. wondered about sea conditions ...
Bubbles were blown ...
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| ... and like my dreams they fade and die. |
Elayne and Dogsbody waxed quasi-classical ...
Roger provided multiple deaths ...
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| Huh - only $500 ... is that all?! |
Max flirted with a telephonist ...
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| Put your sweet lips a little closer ... |
Berry affirmed his belief in celestial beings ...
Angela permitted John to perform something mildly smutty ...
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