A beautiful day it was on the coast in thy beautiful cassock. Wonderful coffin was falling upon thy tongue and a cade of whiskey was greeting thy lips when a retched guilder came into thy view. Galling thy was at thy fact the Dutch would ever step foot on thy land. Walking away in anger, thy plant happened to fall upon a nail. I plurred on the ground and screamed in pain.
Thou disembling rude-growing devil-mon!
I think it is saying that you are a person that is getting meaner.
Lesson Learned
14 years ago
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