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Since it is Christmas eve I thought I would masturbate futriously until
everyone knew exactly what I was talking about. 'Would you die tonight for love?!?' I would scream. They would reply:
"I know you are, but what am I?" which didn't make any sense anyway because
it was nonsense. Just then the latest marks and spencers christmas lingerie catalogue landed on my doormat, looking rather ragged and 'used' by the postman. I flung open the door and shouted "have you been maturbating? Mr Postman?"
Ignoring the question, Mr Postman kept whacking out the white treacle, determined to empty one sack into another. The letters turned into jizz-mache. Perfect for making giant heads for carnivals
President Ford's funeral. There was also a New Orleans jazz band scheduled. Then came a parade of gay vicars from San Francisco and finally an effigy of the pope with swastikas painted all over it. I thought, I can die happy as I felt the bullet enter me
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