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I listed the options.
'We could all sing as if we were part of a musical' shouted Dave, the irratating neighbour, who was butt naked and pressing his body against the glass porch doors outside.
They ahd been installed last week by a group of youths, which I could only describe as - HIGHLY SUSPECT! However I changed my mind after I had invited them in for a cup of tea and they had stolen all my moveable property - THEY WERE ONLY BURGLARS AFTER AL
I would spit on then if I was born with salivary glands. But unfortunately my creator left them out as a cruel joke that would hurt, I am a normal organed tree.
I demanded to know what "organed" meant. However, not a soul could tell me. "Bastards!" I yelled, "You fucking bastards!".
the scumbag didn't even flinch, but at the end of the day he's the one who's got no shoelaces any more.
Rositatatata
The Bishop of Southwark
