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In out, in out, in out, they went.
It was like a furious game of tennis.
The ball was shaking with fury and impossible to hit with the ranting racquets. Finally the court was so drenched in the froth from the rabid net that the game had to be abandoned.
This was a pity, as the Sentence Game was just starting to be populated once more. Oh well, nothing but barren plains again!
Oh, and a Starbucks.
"This concludes my lecture on shit things that have appeared in British High streets in the last decade. If you want to see pictures of me masturbating the visit www.Bishoppornonline.co.uk. I thank you.
The Bishop of Southwark
creamy
JanW
Brogel
