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Thread #88825   Message #1672181
Posted By: Mr Happy
18-Feb-06 - 03:48 PM
Thread Name: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
Subject: RE: Fun With Mangled Lyrics
To understand I married man are guards, is it very much busy man, tries I that it and I it everything I box, but sometimes one evening, which help I a something believes, which is weak completely alone and pheasants pulling, when I would pull rather with him.


I am not the Fasanpfluecker, am I the assistant of the Fasanpflueckers and I pull only pheasants lettuce of the late Fasanpflueckers.

I am not pulling pheasant pulling the pheasants, well, which clung I keep, although some agricultural workers him would pull pleasantly I much rather a duck, OH- find, but, to pull geese is wonderful, can I a goose with Muehelosigkeit pull, but, to pull is bare torture, because her have pheasants no fat. I am not the Fasanpfluecker, he on the tiles expired, pulled he only one pheasant and I sit here with pile.


They must pull it freshly, if they are it not unpleasantly, I knew a man in Dunstable, could a frozen pheasant pull are fresh.

They say that the village policeman has pheasant, learning sections with the Vicar from one Sunday to to pull ' twixt the first and second lessons.

I am not the Fasanpfluecker, am I the son of the Fasanpflueckers, and I pull only pheasants to the come Fasanpflueckers.

My good friend most skillful Godfreys, is really received to it the skill, it may let a pheasant pull, before he strikes the bag.

I try and lend a helping hand, I seize the feathers/springs, it am really this whole pulling pheasant up hold together us here.

I am not the Fasanpfluecker, am I the friend of the Fasanpflueckers, and I pull only pheasants as means to an end.

I married man hitting in the wood all day, with its rifles, if he could hear me heartfelt cries, then he would surely run, because I had Flaum in all I cracks and there are feathers/springs up me nose, and I am itchin ' in kitchin ' of me the main descent to me toes.


I am not the Fasanpfluecker, am I the woman of the Fasanpflueckers, and if we pull together, it is a pheasant, which pulls the life!