A gang of bikers lost their way and wandered into a museum, to ask for directions. (Faceless amateurs, i know)
"How do we get to, uh, Memphis?" one of them asked the curator
Now this curator was a wizened, freckled, pimpled, un-shaved, stone-eyed, slow-speaking, scary old fellow.
"You - can - not - get to -Memphis..." he said rather slowly, "without - seeing - a few - Renaissance..." (impeccable pronunciation) "... paintings," he finished, with a twisted smile
Hurriedly, they viewed some
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Is there a ghent altarpiece allusion that i see?
Oi, achei teu blog pelo google tá bem interessante gostei desse post. Quando der dá uma passada pelo meu blog, é sobre camisetas personalizadas, mostra passo a passo como criar uma camiseta personalizada bem maneira. Até mais.
oh yeah, good day to you too, bitch
and to the grinch: yes dear. glad you spotted it.
surely, you aren't our riled davids one and only son? nah.....bad one....:(
I cant praise you without disagreeing with you - and thats something i'd really hate to do. So here goes - yes, bad one...
you did??? Seriously? I thought it was crap.......the Dua guy was a certain fraudster i had to deal with in the last few weeks.....
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