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Yougoslav Slackjaw woke up at about 3AM, bathing in sweat and
covered in babies. So I wiped the babies of my chest and
fruit of my loins, which are the fruit of labour. Oh snap, I made a funny! Anyway, the babies were
being born on schedule. So I decided to kill some time by writing short stories on the toilet paper and the re-rolling them up for others to use as needed. I felt it was the best place for me to keep my best poems. Published in ceramic.
Ceramic parchment. It was a new thing, back in 1778, but too posh for my billing. I decided
to pay my bills on time for once.
Brogel
the butcher
Brougo