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After a week of furiously masturbating to youtube, i decided to make my own video about
the day that uncle Freddie found me wanking in the parlour while wearing mother's best sunday frock. I decided to play myself. Having managed to locate the actual dress, and determined I could still fit into it, I had to put the camera somewhere suitably
innocent. The vicar suggested the cassock changing room but the bishop had a better idea. Old Mrs Mingle, who played his old organ so well, enjoyed fresh air about her hairy knickers as she played, it was said. Pumping her foot and tugging knobs to make
the loveliest soft cheese in Christendom. One had to be fucking loaded to be able to afford it though. I decided to steal a case and flog it on ebay, therby making enough money to buy a 4 bedroom house in surrey. It went as planned to begin with but then
Anthony Worrall-Thompson burst in brandishing Ainsley Harriott's bleeding, hairless scalp, and the moment was gone.
Forgiveness lay all about but the bitter taste of irony encircled it waiting to spoil the mood. Next time we would be prepared ; next time we would will wear clean underwear!
eflatmajor
The Bishop of Southwark
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