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What's this filthy couple doing turning up on a donkey on my hotel doorstep in the middle of the night? Ferchristssake, we're booked out already. Don't they know it's Christmas?
The Cat House was oblivious to pain, another Christmas came
and all played the blame game
;"You slept with my wife, you dirty bastard!" "So what she's my sister!"
and with that his sister lept
off the trapeze, through the firey hoop and into the pool below, my god that girl had style.
