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"Crar explot manama flutput ec herclit mon dru krasjax micbok lendres." So read the most explosive declaration in the history of the universe. Roughly translated it meant: "
Hands off my meaty apples!' Indignant?
Never. Obstruse! always! Inadvertantly repugnant too! Like faeces that's been spread out over too much
like a black pvc catsuit on Dawn French. There was a general sense of unease. Was this sexy? I was sure it wasn't but the Deputy PM was having a hard time hiding his stiffy. We gave him some lard to use as a lubricant, but he ate it all. 'Can I touch your
massive collection of German porcelin fencing equipment?', a question loaded with intent to offend but only mildy amusing to the children.
Those little twerps, thinking they're so "amused", can't they see the hopelessness in Christmas? They want comedy but get corporate exfloitation. Rise up, kiddies, unshackle your slavery and aim for the candy counter!
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The Bishop of Southwark -
zomnoth -
Vern Acula -
Crowfeeder -
Big Vadge Madge
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