Instant stare of death, with insomnia side effectsfind a talented tattoist and have him/her/it tattoo an artists impression of Margret Thatcher naked on undersides of your eyelids in flourescent ink. I promise you you'll never sleep a wink again. Or blink, or loose staring contests. Well, until you gouge your own eyes out anyway
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Lethe is carrying a spade. SPANG.,
Wed 7 Aug 2002, 0:40,
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Holee
crap!
That's like a really bad thing made worse through some perculiar worse-making machine!
What kind of freak though, would consent to tattoing that on me?
(crap!
That's like a really bad thing made worse through some perculiar worse-making machine!
What kind of freak though, would consent to tattoing that on me?
bigdave,
Wed 7 Aug 2002, 0:43,
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If i could tattooI'd do it, although i'd need to charge you for the years of therapy and would require compensation for the psychological damage incurred with having to imagine her naked in the first place. Saying that, I wonder if Baroness Thatcher or poor Norman can tattoo?
( Lethe is carrying a spade. SPANG.,
Wed 7 Aug 2002, 0:48,
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off subject, butyou've just reminded me of
i'm in love with margeret thatcher by The Notsensibles.
top song, wonder if kazaa has it...
(i'm in love with margeret thatcher by The Notsensibles.
top song, wonder if kazaa has it...
iamhyperdog,
Wed 7 Aug 2002, 0:55,
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