Planet Zarc, home to Bongus like Pling, was finally in scanning range. At last the Ixaxians would get their

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Planet Zarc, home to Bongus like Pling, was finally in scanning range. At last the Ixaxians would get their damn porridge and I would have my trumpet. The blistering sunshine made everyone glint. The locals murmered about - ripping small strips of flesh from each other and posing like weightliters. Now, not a lot of people know about weightliting. It's not a bit like weightlifting. The pose affected for weightliting is bizarre and obscene and cannot be described here. Suffice to say that posing like a weightliter will get you arrested for sure. Said the mother as father christmas walked in her bedroom,Im no child there is no reason for you to be coming in my room,Father christmas smiles at the mother as he is stood naked in front of her with just his sack over his shoulder! Knocking Tint Tim off, but then, he never liked the little whining crip. Leaving Tiny Tim to perish in the frozen gutter also meant more plum pudding for piling into the roof as lagging. It gets pretty stinky after a while, but certainly keeps the heat in through the winter. It eventually turns into a runny sludge which we collect through cracks in the ceiling and use it to run the car.