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"Apparently Jack the Sprat could eat no fat” shouted Harold the Sardine into the shiny end of the echoing bell. “What was that?”, came a booming reply from deep inside. “Jack the Sprat…” Harold repeated,“What about him?" interrupted the booming voice he
slapped his thigh, and said "what's all the fuss for sexy pants?",
indeed they weren't as sexy as the last set of eels I had round for a "romping". But it was too early for
any form of repentance. No they would have to be milked.
Then smothered in a mixture of our combined first excretions of the day. "Must they be hot?" Willie demanded
."not without a firm hand and a ride round the park on my cousin's electric diddy basher, I tell you"
mr stenwence
thegit
