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The decision to turf my arse was not one that came lightly.
i couldn't decide which way to turn, but it was a tight choice so close were these two in size and ...
shape. 'Have you ever seen Big daddy play slap bass?' shrieked the Queen. 'Breaktaking, quite breaktaking. As was
the intelligent shagging video I watched in the winter of 1679. However,
since then Dirty Den rose from the dead bringing with him minature corpses of Michael Barrymore and Tessa Sanderson, appointing them as generals in this new army of darkness and arming them with backdated copies of Razzle. Furthermore
for the fetted gibblets actions speak louder than words. In red arrows like formation they flew out of the window and through the guts of Bob Carrolgees and landing with conviction upon the index finger on a randy sparrow.
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thegit - toofy
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Harold Bishop - Fluffy
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