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At age three, I wouldn't drink my milk. The doctor recommended that pudding be substituted for milk to maintain proper calcium intake. I eagerly ate the pudding, and I became fat.
Obese. My doctor reckons I should try hot air ballooning, as ground crew, or even as ballast. If they chuck me over from less than 500m, I should bounce nicely.
But the boob job had been botched and they bounced at different frequencies, building up a resonance similar to the one that devastated the Tacoma Narrows Bridge. It wasn’t pretty. She died spectacularly, to be remembered
only as a rare commemorative mug which, 50 years later, turned up Antiques Road Show. Hugh Skully was so impressed he had an orgasm on the spot, which led to a record number of complaints. Noone wanted to see Hugh Skully orgasm.
This was uncalled for, too much orgasm's and not enough deep intellectual debate. I had enough, i was getting out of town, i was going down south and over the border, looking back over my shoulder. "If you don't like it then fuck off", commented one
small child, hardly old enough to speak, yet blessed with such adult appreciation of the curse word. I gave the child a ten pound note & patted his head. 'Well done my lad, I can see you'll go far.' The kid kicked me in the knackers & stole my wallet.
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