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Jenkins' jam-covered elbows were a blur, as he frantically
fought his way throught the giant enigma that was the
end of term office party..
Beadle was there, suited and booted. I decided to savagely beat him, as a practical joke. Matthew Kelly nearly pissed himself. He has always thought Beadle was a bit of a 'dogjobber'. Honestly you should have been there, it was a hoot. Even the police wer
powerless to stop the noise with their truncheons. In fact mankind's only hope lay within a small unopened leather handbag in a rundown semi on the outskirts of Kiddeminster, his name was
Kevin, like everyone else in Kidderminster.
Fatten me up good sir!...i shreeked through a hollow donkey, for now it is time for me to be eaten and passed through the Anus of my good friends. I will dance on your brown wind as my spirit is blown through your pants.
thegit
Lee Anderson
Harold Bishop
mr stenwence
