
The artist could've usd some licence on the little munter, bottom right. Bit harsh, that.
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Fri 17 Sep 2010, 6:06,
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He sneaked into the Tardis for a slash on a quick gin break while shooting an edition of Blankety Blank and ended up - through a series of comical time-travel mix-ups - as a transvestite courtier in the palace of Philip IV of Spain.
Rotten luck.
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Fri 17 Sep 2010, 6:10,
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Rotten luck.

His moist hangdog chops moved, teasingly slowly, up to the promised land, the tendrils of drool mingling headily with the copious flow of pre-cum oozing from mofaha, now spreadeagled and spellbound in the agonies of extreme arousal.
Les whipped out his dentures and, pausing briefly to make eye-contact and wink slyly, applied his gritty Yorkshire gurning technique to mofaha's sweet spot. It took seconds to push him over the edge to Paradise.
Right. Did that get you there?
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Fri 17 Sep 2010, 6:22,
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Les whipped out his dentures and, pausing briefly to make eye-contact and wink slyly, applied his gritty Yorkshire gurning technique to mofaha's sweet spot. It took seconds to push him over the edge to Paradise.
Right. Did that get you there?