Once upon a time. A beautiful fair, no pasty maiden sat alone in her chambers desperately seeking a form of entertainment. Finding now solace in hours of "celebrity" gossip, she began reading. Jane Austin you might ask. No Platz-y-Pie. Finally she found a source of entertainment!
She wept, laughed, cringed, and well vomited her way down the screen, taking in every once of literary excellence pondering why there was no awards given to such an merited writer. Perplexed she stumbled across a little ditty that sang to her heart, strengthen her soul, and made her rest her weary head. Soft than any lullaby sang to her as a child she drifted off to sleep with a warmth in her heart.
Now you too, can share in her comfort.
This is so wrong on so many levels... maybe if he had done the original it wouldn't have been so controvicial!!
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