You think about all those gaps in your memory,
everytime there's a gap in your memory, I plugged the gap in your clunge your legs with my willy.
( Master Of Turnips. Only gays and morons believe in ghosts., Fri 8 May 2009, 11:27, archived)

Don't use my amateur alcoholism as a cover for your lechery any more.

( The Baroness The Harlot Pimpernel, Fri 8 May 2009, 11:28, archived)

Fine.
No more clunge plunging.
( Master Of Turnips. Only gays and morons believe in ghosts., Fri 8 May 2009, 11:29, archived)