Everything About Fiction You Never Wanted to Know.
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"Poppycocteau"
So then I went to Liverpool,
and got held up outside a
nightclub by two merchant
seamen who said:
"give us your money or give
us your trousers."
And as I handed them my
trousers...
(Well, you've got to make the
Most of Life, haven't you?)
Morrissey
August/Winter Eighty-hate.
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Oh ye who go about saying unto each other, "Hello, sailor!":
Dost thou know the magnitude of thy sin before the gods? —Zork I
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