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There was a silence. Words still handing in the air. The pony master asked once more. "Take back what you said," he boomed "take back what you said about my mother!". The horse chestnut was unable to respond, it was a nut.
But in all honesty, it would have been a wholely more clean afair if she had milked his buttocks before
asking him to put them away again. None could have forseen these events and to ensure the survival of our children, I fed them all a variety of jams. Facts are to be found on this subject
. It's amazing how Max Bygraves voice has got better over the years. As long as you stand 15 miles away from the old git and
his many jack russles. Posing as an oversized spoon we managed to convince the git that we should not only be allowed into the club but also that we should take ownership of it.
It has been said that ownership by definition is linked with war. I say balls to anyone who declares otherwise. Perhaps this is why no one will talk to me anymore. Oh well dammage done is dammage done. Balls. Balls, balls balls balls balls.
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Harold Bishop
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