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Not one to complain Hershall tutted at the state of his wifes vagina. "It's like a clowns pocket!" he thought. He had work to do - so he put on his rubber gloves and began to
play the viola with such expert grace that it was hard to believe that the room had previously been the scene of a mass slaughter. The glass elevator was fun for the vicar to ride naked in with
a 19 stone drunken Swedish lass - who could fart the national anthem. She would crap every where and exclaim she was "just clearing her throat". This was all despite the fact Bernard was holding a
pair of 'fun size' dildos and the inscrutible grin on his face could only mean
that there was a head behind it somewhere. His knees could only mean
that the pudding he ate earlier at that cryptic coffee shop did indeed spill on his favorite chinos!!!!!!!!!!!
Big Vadge Madge
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Harold Bishop
