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Emerging from the cranial flap on Mrs. Brownslow's right side, Frederick remarked, "Gosh, all the whirring and strange lights made me
wince. I followed the red lights and soon came upon a massage parlour. I asked the lady inside for a 'topless hand shandy' and she duly
obliged, only she moisturised with extracts of frangipani, which reeked of aardvark dandruff, and she had an amazing kaleidoscopic amulet which distracted me, so I didn't get to finish. But the soft-drinks in her pantry were
all corporate shit, so the British drinking fairy understandably showered them with cider and whisky, in an attempt to
fondle the buttocks of a newly born squid. Failing horribly, another snorkel was called for, this time with half tequila and half
immature ewe's milk (usually kept for kittens, aaaah, how sweet). The concoction tasted vile but went down quickly. Not like my girlfiend. She blames me for not liking celery.
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