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has the pate of thine wigs developed a hole once again? If so, that is a sign the calamity has struck upon you. I may permitted to say that I ought to spend six more hours of dressing and grooming, before these dull raiments returned.

P60611
>Is every post of Historicalfag's liable to be moved to /spam/? I personally left P60584 alone because it fit with the other posts in the thread it was on, but maybe I misunderstood what we're supposed to do regarding him
P60617
>Posts where he clearly identifies himself are guilty until proven innocent, but in the rare case he contributes something worthwhile it would be best to leave it alone and I'll spoiler the avatar. (I'll probably add buttons for mods to spoiler/NSFW images at some point.) Although that post I would have moved because I see it as attention seeking.
imagine splitting hairs this much over whether or not you should cuck innocent and legal posts on a "free" imageboard. the funny thing is the post in question isn't even historicalfag's, it's mine

Whoever undertakes to put a joke on the razor-strop man is sure to get floored in the long run. Recently, while selling his strops at Plymouth, and expatiating the while on the evil of rum-drinking, a tipsy fellow cried out, "If drinking rum made me lie as fast as you do selling your strops, I'd quit it to-day." "Very good," replied the strop-seller; "the only difference between your lying and mine is this-my strops enable me to lie in a good warm bed, while rum makes you lie in the gutter."

There is a good anecdote told of Robbie Johnsson, who, in the year 1769, was Provost of Dundee. His services being required on a certain occasion, a messenger was despatched to his house, who, upon asking the Provost, was told by the guidwife that he was "awa' to the whin hill for a pockfu' o' whins." Off scampered the gallant to the "whin hill," and soon the Provost appeared, and, throwing down his faggot, pulled off his bonnet, and wiping the sweat from his bald pate, said, "Janet, where's ma wig? I'm to sit in judgement the day."..."Your wig!" quo' Janet;"did I ever hear sic a man! How can you get your wig? D'ye no ken the hen's laying in't?

"I can make chips" said the airfryer.
"but I can make your sausage burnt" a saucepan said to the airfryer

Now fly with my new saucepan
fly with my new saucepan
fly with my new saucepan

Expand your sausage
and swing it to the right

Today will be a jolly day
To put batter into verjuice.
a day will be free of goy bays


We'll throw pebbles into a haystack.
and have a natter until orbs spark.

Ignite your SAUCEPAN!
Just a little
lit it up!
lit it up!
until it flies!

You have got my batter
You have got my batter

tadadada!

DUN DUN! DUN DUN DA DUUUUN!
DUN DUN! DUN DUN DA DUUUUN!


I have me brine
in my turkey
The brine really is the brine!
I want me saucepan to fly

You have got my batter
You have got my batter

peeeewww thud thud! THUD!

peeeewww thud thud! THUD!

Ta DA Dun DA Dun DA Dun DA Dun DA Dun DUH DA DADA DA

DUN DUN! DUN DUN DA DUUUUN!
DUN DUN! DUN DUN DA DUUUUN!

DUN DUN! DUN DUN DA DUUUUN!
DUN DUN! DUN DUN DA DUUUUN!


You have got my batter
You have got my batter


You have got my batter
You have got my batter


You have got my batter
You have got my batter


You have got my batter
You have got my batter


[FADES]

John, I am going to church, and if it Should rain I wish you to come unless it should "rain downright". The gentleman went. It did rain, but John had gone to the other end of the town to see Mary. His master came back with drenched garments and a look of implacable anger."John, John," said he, "why didn't you bring the umbrella?" "Because, sir," replied John, " it rained slanting."

Whereas I ken all about SAUCEPANS!