The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
The Story: All the b***h had said, all been washed in black
I was laughed out of the room at a family gathering
at the age of ten, when it was repeatedly pointed
out to me that I was not a beloved Irish media
personality. Also, that a whole song would probably
not ever have been written about feeling an intense
affinity for Terry Wogan.
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