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I know ALL about dumb blondes. My young friends keep me posted.

I'm going in as a double agent (don't tell anyone but your handler, please). My shtik will be to be the ultimate resource on whom to shoot up in the Internet Hindu crowd.

My handler wants to know if we can start with the hindutvas on pdf. :D
 
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@Joe Shearer I am neither a blonde nor dumb ...Cant you see the pony got Pink Hair :cheesy:

Sorry, didn't mean you, aunty. Speaking in general, to brigade my arguments, get to the kernel of the matter, keep to the major points - heck, YOU should know what I mean, being a pink blonde.
 
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My handler wants to know if we can start with the hindutvas on pdf. :D

CAN FISH SWIM? I've got a little list......

As some day it may happen that a victim must be found,
I've got a little list, I've got a little list
Of society offenders who might well be underground,
And who never would be missed, they never would be missed!
There's interior designers, window dressers and that sort
Bank robbers who retire to Spain the minute they get caught
Or those who have their noses pierced or men who die their hair
Or idiots who host chat shows and disc jockeys everywhere
And customs men who fumbling through your underwear insist
They'd none of them be missed, They'd none of them be missed!

CHORUS: He's got them on the list, He's got them on the list
And they'll none of them be missed, They'll none of them be missed.

There's the people with pretentious names like Justin, Trish and Rofle

And the gynecologist, I've got him on the list!
All muggers, joggers, buggers, floggers, people who play golf
They never would be missed, They never would be missed!
All waitresses who make you wait, accountants of all kinds
And actresses who kiss and tell and wiggle their behinds
And poncey little singers who to entertain us try
By dressing up like women and by singing far too high
And who on close observance must be either stoned or pissed
I don't think they'd be missed, I'm sure they'd not be missed!

CHORUS: He's got them on the list, He's got them on the list
And they'll none of them be missed, They'll none of them be missed.

There's the beggars who write letters from the Inland Revenue

And the gossip columnist, I've got him on the list!
Comedians and weightlifters and opera singers too
They'd none of 'em be missed, They'd none of 'em be missed.
All traffic wardens, bankers, men who sell Venetian blinds
All people who wear silly ties, Australians of all kinds
And nasty little editors whose papers are the pits
Who fill their rags with gossip and with huge and floppy... writs
But anyway I think by now you must have got the gist
They'd none of them be missed, They'd none of them be missed!

CHORUS: You may put them on the list, You may put them on the list

And they'll none of them be missed, they'll none of them be missed!
 
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