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On a crazy friday night
everyone else was out having a wild time, and nothing got written. So instead, on Saturday night
i went to visit Arnold Tarling who had a fresh collection of rubber bands however
I left it out in the sun and it melted down. Now it resembles a
large autistic chicken with severe joint pain. Needless to say, this makes the spectators
dance around the playing field in their underware, whilst shouting old forgotten chants of a masonic origin.
