There was a lonely randy farmer way up in the Peaks, who became a little bit too fond of his own flock of sheep, I can't say what he did - it's too obscene but he didn't half get through Vaseline, how he loved his despicable acts of which I dare not speak
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HAHAHAHA! Truly baaaaaad, but I love it! 🙂
Ron
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Aye, it is a bit wrong but thank you for reading Ron
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If it’s wrong, I don’t ever wanna be right. My wife tells me I’m in no danger! 🙂
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Women always know best, life’s a lot easier that way…
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Hmmmm…If women know best, then why do they keep choosing bad boys like us for their mates?! 🙂
Texas, here. Are you in Scotland?
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Good but slightly worrying point & no, I’m in Derbyshire (the good 1/2)
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