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It had been 5 long days and 5 short trousers since the Etruscan crampons had encroached upon the sacred scroat. Hollowed be thy fist that intrude upon a welcoming colon
without warning, but be careful they ain't as tasty we have been led to believe
that wolves' coats were made of fibre glass. I was made out of fibre glass once so I am inclined to believe them. I'm not any more mind, now i'm made of
a cheese reserved mainly for dental repairs. "Take your head out of my mouth at once!!" sister Agatha shrieked at the
at the chocolate roll. It reminded her of the Swiss gent who had visited her in a dream. With his large package rammed firmly hin her post box she could swear she felt her
vellure bugger mitton tickle the retarded spanials epiglotis. Causing a torade of smokey bacon flavour stomach stew to shoot from it's stomach into the mouth of a salivating Dale Winton.
Lee Anderson
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