belgians in the congo: and you would... trust... these ******* chocolatiers... to import, anything but coco?
yes, all inclusive moving parts... but i'll still never know why: jane austen, rather than mary shelley is the face on the 5 quid Australian style banknote...
can't convince me, won't convince... read some alternative Joyce with Beckett...
mary shelley should be on the banknote... counter to pride & prejudice: i.e.? pomp und umstand; way past "discussing" british imports to the U.S., how about in reverse?
bruce springsteen's born in the u.s.a. versus billy joel's we didn't start the fire...
a snigger, is an asthmatic's version of a short breath, but also providing laughter... but when you can't help doing something: you don't let it implode into a cordiality nonsense of having neighbours...
god... i love the language... but having acquired the ***** up my *** type of mannerisms... boils the brain right from inside the cranium... and i feel for the english... which begs me to wonder... so there's a british olympic team... there are the rugby british lions... but then, when it comes to football... there's the welsh side, the pict side, the english and the nord irisch side... enlighten me, when this bit of bollocking starts to make sense, if "sense": if anything at all, deviating from david copperfield.
nope... never read Dickens... and don't expect to die having read any of it... "sorry"? see... i hate english mannerisms sometimes, love the language, would die for it, having used it so much, overtime over the heimatspreschen...
always the snigger... never... the over-iterated gasping of vowels... dissociated from consonants... after all... within the tetragrammaton... H - is a loose noun... more... a sigh or a laughter crutch.
one's a vowel herder... the other? a vowel disperser.