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Special guest whore Cheryl Merkowski comes on and we disgust Madge’s latest Fridge problems and 1Turd Wisdom’s visit to Madge in Miami.
Also, Madge’s future in bloating.
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cHICKEN
The arkwork is so A+mazing.
Madge and Cheryl and Wanda all in 19:55 mins.
angels angels :cough:
Sail On
Past the winding
Sheets, salt-sprayed
Cheeks mine light
Heart finds merry
Darling limpet notes
On the quarterdeck
Sail on
Weary soul flight
Dawn awakens desire
Like the nubile siren
Song of slate gray
Twilight dreams
Dipped quill end
Deep in night’s ink
Touch, reach
Wind in the gull’s feather
Floats, falls
Light as air
Driven wisp of cloud
Befogging the clear, cool
Vision that swings
Sings lilting against the tide
I love you Cheryl/I Love you Madge!
I wonder why Wanturd hasn’t shared that experience on her Progrum yet…
boat?
you really hate Paris, huh?
always a pleasure to hear you, CTM (Cheryl Trig Merkowski) and her sister.
yeah, art is so pretty!
“Sheets, salt-sprayed…”
makes me think of Madge orgasming with Ethel Merman.
Hate is SUCH an understatement!
CHICKEN.
why don’t you come and move to London already.
I’m sure there are people you could work for up in hur
great show. i got laughing pretty hard, thank u!
paris yeah I’m with you place is odd, some of the people are just nasty cold fucks.
i think paris is a little better right now because you’re in it, clip on a lav do that madge weinstein thing let their shit just fly over you baby and live happy right now after all you’re a clever attractive talented funny lesbian in France, americah always going to be there, enjoy this time out.
oh great show, please borrow ned and stacys lav again or let the gentiles know what the model is i.e. sennheiser me2 or me4 and we’ll chip in.
1duh had to meet you in secret for fear of jeopardizing her radio job.? Part of me understands completely. She is talented and deserves to make a buck in this business. Part of me not so much.
Ophelia
She lies upon the lilies fair
Sunlight brush dew upon her hair
Red and moist upon the lips
Comes the vestal virgin’s kiss
Not for me
The lover strong
Listen not
For minstrel song
Perfume lavender grace my bed
Death so cold to kiss my head
Earth to cover up my face
Lined and torn from grief’s embrace
Chill and cold the autumn song
Leaves to fall my blanket strong
Vain hope a ring upon my hand
Upon my breast vain hope thy hand
As paper fades
Yellow with time
So memory
My heart to twine
A moth to light
So, let it be
A woman fell
In love with thee
Wanda Wisdom is in denial.