"William finds it especially baffling that he cannot grow a beard. He's tried for years, but cannot muster so much as a sprout. He doesn't realise that I secretly spend every night chewing any emerging folicles off his face."
Friday 27 June 2008
Mrs. William James Mercer. (a.k.a. Mrs. Elsie Mercer)
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Elsie you old dog, you. No wonder Willy's as bald as a coot down below too.
Elsie has taken a ramming over the years off William.
She's dry as a teachest, now.
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