Truely I must be the vilest of the vile Orges. What I think, My abilty to think, in short what I hold dear is questioned. I dare say that even my bloodline has been questioned.
Gentlemen, while I admire you asperations (sp?) to hold such a lowly award. I must kindly ask that when you are done admiring, playing with, drooling over, or fondling please return the trophy (rear half of Mule) to it's rightful place on my mantel. (droolers and fondlers please clean first, no questions will be asked) If you would also please turn the trophy with the arse end out, it makes it easier when the time comes that it needs to be kissed.
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"the memories of a man in his old age,
are deeds of a man in his prime"