I seem to remember one of the first times I met Mrs Vagabond's brother, he had just got the internetOver a whizzy-whizz, Dial-up Connection For Internet Connectivity To The Information Superhighway, and he excitedly showed me a site dedicated to X-rays of things people had managed to get stuck up their arses.
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob,
Mon 11 Oct 2010, 17:48,
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I ran across one of them too--this isn't one of them *yet*
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LS18,
Mon 11 Oct 2010, 17:50,
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You seem to be implying there's some other purpose to the internet.
Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Mon 11 Oct 2010, 19:03,
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