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God I hate my job! Nobody should
be pleasuring donkeys in a Bunny girl outfit for a living. I shouted "I quit" before realising
she was next in the office pool birthday list.
At night, when the staff went home and the fastidious cleaner had left, the cute little Canon fax machine and the old Ricoh A2 photocopier had little romantic interludes. Since the death of Xerox, the bossy collator, and grandma Rheostat, love flourished
briefly, and then withered and died. Everyone ran round in monkey suits shouting "hey Luigi" and rubbing linseed oil into grandma.
We then tossed the coin, and won, deciding to bowl. The captain regarded the weather as liable to fair up the next day, and after the good dry spell, there were some nice looking cracks to be worked.
JanW
The Bishop of Southwark
Vern Acula
