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old enough to be Grandma Scrotum
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Of course, we could do Viking poetry
http://www.vikinganswerlady.com/meters.htm Boyish you were, bane of, staying, barest wolf-greed, men unruly; helmsman ran with hostile thinking, high-ship-front's, from you and country Or Vogon poetry: O Feedled Gruntbuggly, ? ... Thy nacturations are to me! As plurdled gabbleblochits on a lurgid bee. Groop, I emplore thee, my foonting turlingdromes. And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles or I will rend thee in gabberwarts with my burglecruncheon, See if I don't!
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