Doctor J's Words, Words, Words
for the witty literati and the puerile of heart....
10 February 2005
Come Again?
The unkindest cut of all:
the cuts
. Strange, we haven't matured at all since 1972, have we?
(Hey, wait a second: I was born in 1973, which is.... Oh dear Lord.
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