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--Rufous Whistler
Ah, yes, in the undygroot, The Rufous Whistler: note her studding with legs slightly apart & holding her whistly whips. And, look, hmmm, her g-wing's showing... Happy hippy hoppy: watch her telephone pole dancing... Oh no! That pussy's eating out all her feathers !!!

--Thirsty AL L Yes, I would like a drink, thank you. Bring it on. A man’s not a camel toe. You can take a horse to a dinner party but you can’t make it pink. I told you, didn’t I, I need a drink! Pour that custard on me!    

--The Part and Parcel
You know what your old man uncle auntie Jimjob said: It’s all Part and Parcel, a fair day’s jerk for a fair day’s spray, don’t count yr airsicken bags till they’re thrown thru the escape hatch – and neither a berrier nor a blender be, songirl, listen to me . . .

--The Horseman
Here he comes, the One Horseman of the Packachips, ridin like the bend on an outdoor loo, he’s got blowflies hangin from his cowboy hat to keep the champagne corks from buzzin in his eyes.

--The Bundle (M)
That’s a nice bundle you got there, girlyboy. But why’s it look like a stork? You are one strange bird, you are feathered in some dusty places. But you are one bundle of joystick.