Dear reader,
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Another witty ditty from yours truly on the topic of merkins. Hopefully, you will have realised that this is the painfully facile level I operate on, and will continue to do so for the foreseeable future.
Mabel and her merkin.
Mabel wore a merkin
It didn’t really fit her
Sometimes at work when she sat down
It slipped right up her sh*tter
A late developer on many levels, aspiring Lotto winner Timmeh styles himself as an urbane glottologist, a dilettante and a general foozler. Charged with a mission to bring the joy of learning a foreign language to the masses, he has roundly failed to do so. He is currently dealing with “personal issues” relating to his unhealthy affection for grilled Turkish meat products. Prone to outbursts of verbal diarrhoea, he nonetheless still solidly identifies as continent gusset-wise. He is blogging as a form of catharsis. A late developer on many levels, aspiring Lotto winner Timmeh styles himself as an urbane glottologist, a dilettante and a general foozler. Charged with a mission to bring the joy of learning a foreign language to the masses, he has roundly failed to do so. He is currently dealing with “personal issues” relating to his unhealthy affection for grilled Turkish meat products. Prone to outbursts of verbal diarrhoea, he nonetheless still solidly identifies as continent gusset-wise. He is blogging as a form of catharsis.