The Twit that entereth the crypt but hath not the wit to leave, shall not eate of the cake.
Nor less sup from the Thermos.
Death and taxes.
Such poetic splendour in life's end. I knew a chap once. I did. I can tell you.
They does them BBQ chicken a funny way round there. Must take bloody ages for them to cook. And scrawny.
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The Twit that entereth the crypt but hath not the wit to leave, shall not eate of the cake.
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