In the first of what will is planned to be a 1,342-part series of guest contributions, I am proud to present a personal reminiscence, from guest poster Stanford Myfoot (to whom I am now reconciled, despite my previous intransingence; my words 'fuck stanford myfoot' were not an insult, but rather, a tribute to his renowned sexual prowess - indeed, I was instructing my wife so to do, as Eliot did with his (wife), to stanford, who then sublet her out to bertrand russell. hence the reason for her madness, at having to settle for bertrand into of stanford, and eliot's christianity, having been converted by the then-Christian stanford, whose cock was magnificently divine, a fine evangelical tool if ever there was one).
Her Lea's great grandfarter, what a great goy (he wasn't Jewish). Kindnapped all the tiny women of rural India during the Raj. Crushed the men single-handedly with the use of his bludnerbust, stamping on their tiny cities in the country. He made them britty women, and wrote 'little women' to legitimise them in western society.
Realising they weren't good for harem girls, he set them to work, in the country and the city, at Elstree, where he founded the first film studio so they could produce popular entertainments that made them seem normal-sized to their adoring public, filmed as they were against tiny sets, with tiny cameras. It was called 'britty wood', against which Roman Williams-Polanski wrote his protestatory polemic 'the country and the city'. it was mainly inspired by his sexual jealousy, for many of them, though of consenting age, resembled in their stature the 13-year olds he so adored.
Charmingly, my son has provided an illustration to accompany this most amusing, and informative post. It can be seen at the top of the post, like Simeon Stylites, who is artistic because I make he, and Browning, matter.
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