
There once was a cross-dressing vicar,
Who habitually wore wife’s knickers,
When one winter, he moaned,
That her G-string felt cold,
She replied that her thermals were thicker.
There once was a cross-dressing vicar,
Who habitually wore wife’s knickers,
When one winter, he moaned,
That her G-string felt cold,
She replied that her thermals were thicker.
LOL pragmatism wins the day
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🤣🤣 G-Strings in winter! Is the man mad! My gran’s flannelette bloomers were the way to go!
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Well, I’m sitting here wearing my long johns…
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🤣
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🤣🖤
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OMG walking that slippery slope.. but love it.
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I got the first line into my head and had to chase it down until a Limerick popped out
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That title is spot on!
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Poor guy certainly need to in-hail something. A cold remedy, most lik
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I was thinking football term like a Hail Mary pass ! 😂😂😂😂
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yes, one season’s delight easily becomes another’s fright, as illustrated here.
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Maybe he just needs to get a la mode?
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🤣
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Lol, now that was hysterical 😁
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glad you liked it.
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