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I wish my cat would warn me when he's inviting vermin for dinner.
This sounded absurd and disgusting, However, he indeed enjoyed the company of his little friends (particularly on special occasions). So, everyone's ssneaking vodka, preparing barf bags, and trying to enjoy feasting with rats and cockroaches.
Or on, actually. Cockroaches were delicious raw, and very crunchy, while rats had to be cooked and skinned at the very least. At last the feast was finished. Our hero emerged into the light 7 pound heavier and barely able to walk. Then came the vomit.
First a warm-up "KEk", some dry reaching, and a bit of sweat and tears, but then the torrent, flooding districts that hadn't seen
the stains in the Mayor's
open top car were visible to the whole town as he drove by. 'Mummy,' a girl cried loudly. 'Has he shit himself?' 'No,' she was told, 'He's a pseudo-politican without the backbone to be an MP. He IS a shit... see he has a toilet chain round his neck!'
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