NormThe white glove of the Net
If there's one thing that gets right up my arse it would have to be a broom. I much prefer vacuums. They're cleaner and easier, apart from being more convenient. Brooms are a real bastard. They get stuck in all the wrong places at all the wrong times. Of course, if you are going to stick an obstruction in your rectum - never stick a blog that nobody will having any need to read when you fall off. Current events never stop - it's what lies deeper that lasts. I speak, of course, of rectal reckoning. Of course, some sites simply won't fit sideways in your ear or your eye. Let all alone your arse whole. Some parts of some have some lasting value - and that's more than sense. Less than intuition, sense is. Of course, this world - running like a man with a pair of watery winterbottoms - is off kilt. That means starkers. It's fine by me if I do as I please, I'm pleased to say. It's not unfair to say that I'd like to take a broom through so much. Obviously the main part I'd like to take one through is what I'm sitting on. Vacuums, I suppose, are just so much the same. There's a saneness to them. All the same, who are we to juggle? I've got my hands full with my sleeping. Brooms and vacuums: inserted.
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what I really want to say I can't.