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The collected opinions of an august and aristocratic personage who, despite her body having succumbed to the ravages of time, yet retains the keen intellect, mordant wit and utter want of tact for which she was so universally lauded in her younger days. Being of a generation unequal to the mysterious demands of the computing device, Lady Bracknell relies on the good offices of her Editor for assistance with the technological aspects of her journal.

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Wednesday, February 14, 2007

There ain't no cure, there ain't no cure, there ain't no cure for love

Except, possibly, for these.


Blogger BloggingMone said...

If my partner would ever come up with one of these I would at least be able to count the hours until he is leaving! Valentine's Day seems to make people sell their brains in order to be able to afford a present.

10:29 am  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

Oh. Oh dear. Those are ... erm ... different.

The Editor

6:46 pm  

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