The years have not been good to me. My hair is thinning, my eyesight failing. I find it harder to get up in the mornings and my fragile frame is wracked with painful spasms. My friends have left me and my family have disowned me. Even my dog growls when I try to get up from the sofa.
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Kev, visit Quixote's site, it's hilarious, such a tenuous grasp of the English Language. It's either illiteracy or great irony
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