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Micheal J Fox looked at his watch. It was a quarter past three. The sound of horse whipping on nun\'s buttocks carried gently through the air, but this did little to calm Michael\'s anxiety. For today at three thirty
I go to the gallows.
On the way I'll probably go to Tescos because I feel like some doughnuts, and a few other items the vicar teases me about when he pulls them from my
sock drawer. Which I was particularly annoyed about, as only last week, I had taken the advice of My Feng Shui Teacher, covered the bottom with egg boxes and rolled all the sock up to fit inside. Colour coordinated, so you can imagine my distress that
a woman with a vagina like a clowns pocket would brag about her ability to convince Jockies they needed lawn insurance.
But this was an improbable goal, as everyone knows, it is very hard to secure insurance deals for Jockeys, as they can't reach the telephone, especially not if you are a very cruel person, and ahave a wall mounted one installed.
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