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It was just after East Enders and I was about to settle down for my 4th wank of the day when the phone rang. It was
the butcher. "Can I interest you in some choice meats?" he inquired, desperate for a sale but disguising the gurgling sounds of the
Trombone full of bloody diahorreia (it is indeed a warming sound)
Warning or Warming? My mind was clouded. It must be Thursday, neve could quite get the hang of Thursdays. Abolish them I say! Straight from Wednesday to Friday from now on, no mucking about, languishing betwixt hump and bump.
Hmmm...I decided to ponder the diference between humps and bumps but was quickly awoken from my daydreaming by a huge frightening apparition that was slowly manifesting itself in front of my eyes. What the fuck? I thought. Suddenly the apparation
rattles his chains, moaning and wailing like an Essex girl havin an orgasm eating chip fat. Quite upset I went flaccid and was forced to go home.
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