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So there I was, running along, shitting myself at full-speed, when suddenly
and without warning the stilts severed in two,
now resembled a pile of fallen nuns, trying desparately to repent by fabricating 10xsize replicas of Noel Edumnds Beard.
Or possibly a multi coloured bush baby strapped to your bearded ganma who incidentally just gave birth to a fax machine!
But then, a life size model of everest appeared. The modelmaker sighed, "if only I had more time", he'd missed out over 10,000 of the smaller rocks. He then
pulled a rolled up poster of David Blaine from his rectum, unfurled it, smiled at it sweetly and re-inserted it neatly. And it was only Tuesday...
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Harold Bishop
Elephant Glitter
