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I thought to myself, this is a funny shaped room with no windows or doors, but it didn't really matter, a woman was a woman no matter where she was...
she still smelled nasty, like a really old fish.
That smelt so good, I thought to myself, I want to take a bite, just one little bite. So I grabbed it and ate it. With the after affects showing in my toilet bowl, I knew I regretted every second of the tasty fish.
'Tasty fish, tasty fish', the children started chanting mockingly as they danced around us. 'tasty fish, tasty fish, cut your head off, and make a wish.' I felt for the reassuring grip of my gun.
That was sticking out of my pocket at a rather awkward angle and poking me in the thigh, I tried to get it out but it was jammed and then all of a sudden
the local milk cow began to lactate, and everyone grabbed buckets. Not a single drop was wasted and they all sported terrific white moustaches for the rest of the afternoon.
The Bishop of Southwark
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