Felicitations Seamus.
I thought that Coventry was the place that people didn't go.
Except for Nazi bombers. They knew the score.
I thought going to Coventry was OK as long as you didn't say anything.
Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum
Nobody goes to Coventry.
They are sent.
Even Nazi bombers, like.
In other news, my old Granny used to call me Jimock.
That one primarily for Chalice.
In other news, my old Granny used to call me Jimock.
That one primarily for Chalice.
Noice!
'Something, like nothing, happens anywhere'.
A firm slap on the back plus won to any cunt who saw what I did there.
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