REALLY BAD NEWS: The END of the HEAD JOB

Kadaitcha Man <nntp.news@gmail.com>, the scraggy-shopping-bag-man and
deranged hermaphrodite who likes kinky low-fives with spittlebugs, and
whose partner is an old bag with a depilated bush, wrote in
<f1uk3p$aqk$1@blackhelicopter.databasix.com>:
> http://www.newscientist.com/article....ine-news_rss20
>
> "People who have had more than five oral-*** partners in their lifetime
> are
> 250% more likely to..."
>

****ing hell!
I lost count at about 30 or so. Now I'm worried.
I'll have to find out more about this though.
How can I get throat cancer from ****ing a slapper in the neck?


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For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down
in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived
it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which
are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely
impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas
how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the
bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points
of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of
dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem,
is but a dream within a dream.