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She lay back, exhausted - she never knew it could be like this: his tiny body had been weightless as he’d attended to her every need. He was big where it mattered
most, around the middle. If the middle is too large, a ship can't get through a canal. If one's belly is too large, one will get stuck in
to a good jigsaw to pass the time. This one was a picture of bishops pleasuring each other in the back of a taxi.
Although he had been celebate for eleven years, the taxi driver's resolve was weakened to the point where he drove off the side of the road and climbed into the back and thrust his engorged member
into the electric pencil-sharpener.
The ambulanceman couldn't believe his eyes 'Not him again - I really thought he'd learned his lesson last time with the meat-grinder!'
JanW
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The Bishop of Southwark