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It was breakfast at Spigotfinger House. The canteen staff sang their happy song as they served the faithful workers of the online porn revolution; "Beans beans, good for your cardio-vascular muscles, beans beans, make you
realise that vegetarianism truly is an option. However, all veggies recommend that you nip out and buy some butt plugs
for Hungry Horrace's pet Susan. In fact what she really wanted was her own a pair of buttockless trousers because she
had once had her fingers caught in a particularly fine pair. It was in Club 54, in the wonder days of NYC Disco... she hadn't washed her fingertips since. With a smile, she sucked
her tits in and made her way, boldly, towards the off-licence.
However, the impertenance of the off-licence clerk caused a family of squirrels to hatch from my pork trouser, then instead of tender my change the clerk sat cross legged on the floor inspecting his bush for pubic snails.
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Harold Bishop
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