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I sat their in a dismal state of fury awaiting the moment of
tomato juice fuelled rage that was about to be unleashed upon me in the form of a
woman's derreire, with the exception of the strange protrusion which could be used as a spoon. Simon hauled the sculptured monstrosity off the desk and right into
Micheal Jackson's playhouse. My eyes were suddenly blinded
when he took off his pants. My, what a frightening sight! What was supposed to be between his legs was not there; instead, there was a
chocolate bar laying at her feet. "A half-eaten Oh Henry was still an Oh Henry," she thought, so she picked it up and smiled.
