Which would you prefer if presented the opportunity?

Which would you prefer?


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JayKeeley said:
actually i'm not sure if it's possible for anyone to be inside anything without thinking of this entire forum.
you just guaranteed that one of us will think of this forum while having sex in the future






actually, the certainty that somebody already has is unsettling :erk:
 
JayKeeley said:
actually i'm not sure if it's possible for anyone to be inside anything without thinking of this entire forum.
My goat man, you are on a roll lately. :kickass:
 
The Ballad of Dill and Jenni
There once was a board of Carnage, oh
Come marching down thru Darlaston -o
And the captain fell in love with a very bonnie lass
And the name she was called was pretty Jenni-o
There's many a bonnie lass in Staffordshire
There's many a bonnie lass in Walstall-o
There's many a bonnie Jean in the streets of Darlaston
But the flower of them all was sweet Jenni-o
O come down the stairs, Pretty Jenni, my dear
Come down the stairs, Pretty Jenni-o
Come down the stairs, comb back your yellow hair
Bid a long farewell to your mammy-o
It's braw, aye it's braw, a Dill's lady for to be
And it's braw to be a Dill's lady-o
It's braw to ride around and to follow the camp
And to ride when your Dill he is ready-o
O I'll give you V-plates, love, and I'll give you rings
I'll give you a necklace of amber-o
I'll give you a silken petticoat with flounces to the knee
If you'll convey me doon to your chamber-o
What would your mother think if she heard the guineas link
And saw the haut boys marching all before you o
O little would she think gin she heard the guineas clink
If I followed a soldier laddie-o
I never did intend a soldier's lady for to be
A soldier shall never enjoy me-o
I never did intend to gae tae a foreign land
And I will never marry a soldier-o
I'll drink nae more o your claret wine
I'll drink nae more o your glasses-o
Tomorrow is the day when we maun ride away
So farewell tae your Darlaston lasses-o
The colonel he cried, mount, boys, mount, boys, mount
The captain, he cried, tarry-o
O tarry yet a while, just another day or twa
Til I see if the bonnie lass will marry-o
Twas in the early morning, when we marched awa
And O but our Dill he was sorry-o
The drums they did beat o'er the bonnie braes o' Gight
And the band played the bonnie tune for of Amy-o
Long ere we came to the Howe of Auchterlass
We had our Dill to carry-o
And long ere we won into the streets of Darlaston
We had our Dill to bury-o
Green grow the birks on bonnie Ythanside
And low lie the lowlands of Darlaston
The captain's name was Dill and he died for a maid
He died for the bonnie lass of Amy-o