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I'm a cocky sort, but I know when I've been bested.
The following comment posted by anonymous on October 21 has silenced my blabby self.
Hawking found a way to connect his voice synthesizer (basically an
electronic vibrator with rheostatic control of
amplification) to his tongue and was caught
wearing a blonde maryjane
wig within 1,000 feet of a
catholic girls' school...
specifically prohibited by
the terms of his current
probation. It was this which led to his divorce
procedings and to his discovery of glistening
pink lobes and pulsating
prominences with intermittent
ejecta in Mt. Wilson
archive sector 15A beyond
the Pessary Arc System.
We hope this data is
helpful.
The Nobel Committee
Stockholm
The following comment posted by anonymous on October 21 has silenced my blabby self.
Hawking found a way to connect his voice synthesizer (basically an
electronic vibrator with rheostatic control of
amplification) to his tongue and was caught
wearing a blonde maryjane
wig within 1,000 feet of a
catholic girls' school...
specifically prohibited by
the terms of his current
probation. It was this which led to his divorce
procedings and to his discovery of glistening
pink lobes and pulsating
prominences with intermittent
ejecta in Mt. Wilson
archive sector 15A beyond
the Pessary Arc System.
We hope this data is
helpful.
The Nobel Committee
Stockholm
posted by Kitty O'Keefe at 8:34 AM
2 Comments:
My love he hath a-Hawking gone
Upon St. Stephen's Day
He has his maryjane wig on
so curly, blonde and gay
Whither go thee, Hawking mine
thy wheels all oiled and shiny
thy batt'ries charged so full and fine
thy ointment turpentiney?
Why down the lane, St. Agnes School
is having their recess
the very thought doth start
my drool
my lingam doth flouresce
The girls, the girls, the
Catholic girls!
all shrieky and at play
I'll mingle in my golden
curls
and nothing will gainsay
Oh Sister Mary Herbert come!
that strange girl in the chair
has asked if she may see my bum
she gives me quite a scare
The Constable was of a mind
to bop Sir Stephen soundly
but kept his truncheon back
behind
and lectured him full roundly
A man of your position roam?
I'm sure I can't conceive it
ain't you got some puss to
home?
whyever would you leave it?
He wheeled him gently to the van
and up the ramp he pushed'im
to the district court they
ran
where Magistrate fair squshed'im
Seeing as how you're England's pride
an astronomy star as it were
I could let you off with a
fine on the side
but it's really up to her
Hawking gazed upon the girl
and the girl she looked at
him
you'd think he'd make her want to hurl
but instead he roused her
quim
Sir Stephen you are very
cute
and your limpid eyes have
affected me
just give the Crown their
punitive loot
we'll pretend you never
subjected me
Then departing the court,
descending the stair
She grinned at Sir Stephen, passing his chair
Checking to see if Matron
might spot'em
She flashed Sir Stephen her
sweet rosy bottom
My love he hath a-Hawking gone
Upon St. Stephen's Day
He has his maryjane wig on
so curly, blonde and gay
Whither go thee, Hawking mine
thy wheels all oiled and shiny
thy batt'ries charged so full and fine
thy ointment turpentiney?
Why down the lane, St. Agnes School
is having their recess
the very thought doth start
my drool
my lingam doth flouresce
The girls, the girls, the
Catholic girls!
all shrieky and at play
I'll mingle in my golden
curls
and nothing will gainsay
Oh Sister Mary Herbert come!
that strange girl in the chair
has asked if she may see my bum
she gives me quite a scare
The Constable was of a mind
to bop Sir Stephen soundly
but kept his truncheon back
behind
and lectured him full roundly
A man of your position roam?
I'm sure I can't conceive it
ain't you got some puss to
home?
whyever would you leave it?
He wheeled him gently to the van
and up the ramp he pushed'im
to the district court they
ran
where Magistrate fair squshed'im
Seeing as how you're England's pride
an astronomy star as it were
I could let you off with a
fine on the side
but it's really up to her
Hawking gazed upon the girl
and the girl she looked at
him
you'd think he'd make her want to hurl
but instead he roused her
quim
Sir Stephen you are very
cute
and your limpid eyes have
affected me
just give the Crown their
punitive loot
we'll pretend you never
subjected me
Then departing the court,
descending the stair
She grinned at Sir Stephen, passing his chair
Checking to see if Matron
might spot'em
She flashed Sir Stephen her
sweet rosy bottom
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