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Snore. Such a one trick pony and one track uninspired mind. Religion has lobotomized you.

Marry hatter ladle limb

Marry hatter ladle limb
Itch fleas worse widest snore.
An ever-wear debt Marry win
Door limb worse shorter gore.

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Not snoring... dreaming fox...

4 signs your house may be on fire:

1) You might find there is the smell of smoke or that you have difficulty breathing or seeing clearly.
2)You might hear crackling. Other sounds to look out for are fire alarms, and/or people yelling "Fire".
3) Feeling hot, perhaps even to the point of pain, even on cold days. If you experience this heat in your house and not elsewhere it may be another sign your house is on fire.
4) A spreading, bright incandescent light in places that you would not normally expect to be luminous .e.g furniture, floors, walls etc.

Am I being unfair?

Besides, everybody knows the real 4 are:
1)You can't agree which way the toilet roll goes on the holder (and/or refuse to use the holder)
2)Snoring
3)Cheat-guilt (Where one has a secret affair, succeeds in keeping it secret, but fails to forgive themselves)
4)Not laughing at my jokes.

*nature

I snore too.

Hey ma, look at the guy that thinks smart people talking is boring. Could you imagine if this mammal tried to pick up a book and actually read it? It would become the equivalent of a pillow -- snore and drool included (yours).

So...I go to John Lewis if I'm an old man who wants to look at little girls through a telescope?


The Man in the Moon had silver shoon
And his beard was of silver thread;
He was girt with pure gold and inaureoled
With gold about his head.
Clad in silken robe in his great white globe
He opened an ivory door
With a crystal key, and in secrecy
He stole o'er a shadowy floor;

Down a filigree stair of spidery hair
He slipped in gleaming haste,
And laughing with glee to be merry and free
He swiftly earthward raced.
He was tired of his pearls and diamond twirls;
Of his pallid minaret
Dizzy and white at its lunar height
In a world of silver set;

And adventured this peril for ruby and beryl
And emerald and sapphire,
And all lustrous gems for new diadems,
Or to blazon his pale attire.
He was lonely too with nothing to do
But to stare at the golden world,
Or to strain at the hum that would distantly come
As it gaily past him whirled;

And at plenilune in his argent moon
He had wearily longed for Fire-
Not the limpid lights of wan selenites,
But a red terrestrial pyre
With impurpurate glows of crimson and rose
And leaping orange tongue;
For great seas of blues and the passionate hues
When a dancing dawn is young;

For the meadowy ways like chrysophrase
By winding Yare and Nen.
How he longed for the mirth of the populous Earth
And the sanguine blood of men;
And coveted song and laughter long
And viands hot and wine,
Eating pearly cakes of light snowflakes
And drinking thin moonshine.

He twinkled his feet as he thought of the meat,
Of the punch and the peppery brew,
Till he tripped unaware on his slanting stair,
And fell like meteors do;
As the whickering sparks in splashing arcs
Of stars blown down like rain
From his laddery path took a foaming bath
In the ocean of Almain;

And began to think, lest he melt and stink,
What in the moon to do,
When a Yarmouth boat found him far afloat,
To the mazement of the crew
Caught in their net all shimmering wet
In a phosphorescent sheen
Of bluey whites and opal lights
And delicate liquid green

With the morning fish — 'twas his regal wish —
They packed him to Norwich town,
To get warm on gin in a Norfolk inn,
And dry his watery gown.
Though St. Peter's knell waked many a bell
In the city's ringing towers
To shout the news of his lunatic cruise
In the early morning hours,

No hearths were laid, not a breakfast made,
And no one would sell him gems;
He found ashes for fire, and his gay desire
For choruses and brave anthems
Met snores instead with all Norfolk abed,
And his round heart nearly broke,
More empty and cold than above of old,
Till he bartered his fairy cloak

With a half waked cook for a kitchen nook,
And his belt of gold for a smile,
And a priceless jewel for a bowl of gruel,
A sample cold and vile
Of the proud plum porridge of Anglian Norwich —
He arrived much too soon
For unusual guests on adventurous quests
From the Mountains of the Moon.

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Ok, that was a lot better. Some of the crap they've been spewing out lately has been snore-inducing. Seems to be length-based. C+S excel with Vine-length stuff.