You'd be a Caramac found in the back of the cupboard when looking for something else.
Left over, unwanted from a Christmas selection pack seven years ago. The fat from the bar has been absorbed by the paper wrapper in places and it has dust on it. Just as it is about to go in the bin, unopened, someone special comes along and says "I love Caramacs". Everyone says they are odd for liking Caramacs, especially dusty old ones which are manky, but she really loves Caramacs so she doesn't care.
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baldmonkey a frothy foul-smelling vaginal discharge, Thu 16 Jun 2011, 9:13,
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Uh oh.
You've lucked out again, g-man.
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baldmonkey a frothy foul-smelling vaginal discharge, Thu 16 Jun 2011, 9:28,
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It gets worse.
Frisbee-boy's the JILTING kind.
He'll leave poor Gonzy at the altar.
:(
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stuj (^(^;;^)^) GO TEAM SPIDERS!(^(^;;^)^), Thu 16 Jun 2011, 9:36,
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I'd like to fill them with hope
And turn them into shadows of their former selves.
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Frisbee TeaBoy, Thu 16 Jun 2011, 9:53,
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