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Originally Posted by Toy Soldier
Orange March went through my. Village every year when I was a kid. All the slack-jawed old farts from the masonic lodge trotting along beating drums like cavemen. Hilarious stuff really, with their beetroot red whiskey drinkers faces... Most of the year the furthest they'd walk was from their couch to the car  . |
yeah hahaha thats right TS...zzzzz
the reality is all the people from that lodge employed all the people in the village and without them your village would not exist
what nasty prejudice
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