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Could you, somebody, ANYBODY please tell me WHAT THE EFFING HELL that was making the racket outside the portriat? Effing loud, that's what it was. And out of tune, Christ.
Wow. Must say, I do quite adore Valentines...
Saint Valentine is past.
Begin these woodbirds but to couple now?
- William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream [Theseus at IV, i]
Haha! I think not! Er, maybe. I don't know. Don't understand ole' Billy much, just thought that sounded good.
What are you good people up to?