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You wield a mean plank, I can see.
She doesn’t have a sense of humour.’ I felt like advising him to try tickling her with a hen’s feather in her intergluteal cleft. For such a measure can cheer up even the greatest of sourpusses.
apparently said that the missile-hurler was like his mother-in-law. Heavy, ugly, totally useless and only fit to be taken and thrown in a river.
even one wedding that six corpses were carried out of, including the groom.
There is an engraving on the rim in dwarven runes, reading: “Why are you ringing it, you twat?”
his teeth rang audibly.
Dandelion raised a hand, signalling that he would answer in a moment, because he didn’t have time right then. And vomited again.
