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Aah, He rubbed his hands together, breathed a contented sigh of relief, switched on Quiz call, and decided that all in all, it had been a pretty satisfying day.
The vicar had a wank in the village pond to celebrate.
The pond had been decorated by the local youths with a selction of colourful broken glass and dirty needles.
Pete Doherty had clearly been in the vicinity.
Smiling like a biddy on acid, Jimmy Saville appeared on the scene. He had a canvas bag full of dogs set in jelly. He opened the bag and
, well he wasn’t expecting that and right in the face too. He would have laughed if he had any teeth left so he showed his amusement by banging together the bloody stumps that used to be his hands. the end
Rositatatata
The Bishop of Southwark
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eflatmajor
Harold Bishop
