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"BIG COCK AND BAAAALLZZ!!" Chirped Alfie Tonks, the milkman.
Not today fisted Granma in her nighty standing at the door....I've been shooting down hornets by directing and sqeezing my furry udders, strands of turgid smeg glissen in th sunlight like metallic party poppers,
streaking across the sky, arcing like a chrome rainbow. I couldn't believe my eyes
...I could believe their eyes... in all honesty i could believe no ones eyes.
"ok lets play a game" he said
"again" i said "do we have to?"
"yes" he said
"please begin by stroking my hand until a brown lather appears at the gusset"
when "troubled" in the correct manner. So let that be a lesson to us all. sweet dreams
thegit
Harold Bishop
