Friday, 13 November 2009
A Pee Please, Bob!
I always suspected as much. It's good for something, at any rate. After dinner in the evenings, we always used to blame the ringworm after urinating on the lawn in front of the odd country house, lest it discoloured the grass.
Now I am relieved to hear it!
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