You're Forked?  Well who ever...

"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand on the edge of the sand
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

(And before anyone makes reference to Lear's illo, which, fine, in no way resembles a spork...fuck you all to Hell you fine-red-cunt-hair-splitting slubberdegullions, you caviling cunts, you bickering battersnipes, you quibbling quidnuncs and quarrelsome quakebuttocks. Read the OED and appreciate the etymological lineage. Pestilent poodle-fakers.)

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Last edited by DupeOrNot (2008-10-18 23:41:37)