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There was a young lady on a bender,Who sat down to play on her Fender.The strings turned to keys,Of ebony and ivories.And when she stood up,She'd changed her bloody gender.
...The strings turned to keys,Of ebony and ivories...
I might have guessed you'd pick up on that.
Quote from: Don_1 on 09/11/2010 11:15:33I might have guessed you'd pick up on that.Perhaps you can amplify on that statement?
Quote from: demografx on 09/11/2010 23:34:23Quote from: Don_1 on 09/11/2010 11:15:33I might have guessed you'd pick up on that.Perhaps you can amplify on that statement?I would, but it's not terribly polite to give unsolicited feedback.
Quote from: Geezer on 10/11/2010 00:24:33Quote from: demografx on 09/11/2010 23:34:23Quote from: Don_1 on 09/11/2010 11:15:33I might have guessed you'd pick up on that.Perhaps you can amplify on that statement?I would, but it's not terribly polite to give unsolicited feedback.I echo your sentiments.