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The black cat walked across my path. I had no choice, I was doing 30mph... with a yelp it burst, spreading its guts across the
pool table, licking the balls.
"A touch of left hand side, i believe.." whispered the chaplin as Ray Reardon began to
spoon his own turd in to the parking warden's milkshake. Suddenly she turned and saw Reardon turd spoon in hand, she screamed
this is no time to attempt a spontaneous transfogrification into
a life size bisto gravy model of Russel Grants genitalia.
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Harold Bishop -
Someone else's pet giraffe
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