All beef exports stopped as government inspectors investigate BSE fears.
Would like to meet,
Someone who likes wood and meat,
For symmetry, if nothing else.
Someone who likes wood and meat,
For symmetry, if nothing else.
Clean-shaven, at last.
Paul stares at him.
"Barry... I don't understand."
Barry pulls the trigger, and walks away.
"To you."
Paul stares at him.
"Barry... I don't understand."
Barry pulls the trigger, and walks away.
"To you."
Keyboard with American layout.
I do not know where you are @.
This poem is not a metaphor.
Dear Chief Inspector,
Come back.
I will pay.
A reasonable amount.
Photocopier,
Photocopier,
You disgust me,
Your light burns my eyes,
You jam my papers.
Just fuck off and leave me alone.
Five pounds?
Five pounds?
Five pounds?
I cannot count and do not know what that means.
Five pounds?
Five pounds?
I cannot count and do not know what that means.
Smallpox.
Too small.
Too poxy.
Too small.
Too poxy.
Do not molest children.
Do not molest children.
They are fragile and not worth the effort.
Do not molest children.
They are fragile and not worth the effort.
The most painful way to exit?
