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If you find my sense of humour lolly gagging about, perhaps languishing in that pile of dirty dishes you've been avoiding* or wedged in amongst your soiled unmentionables,** could you send it packing? It's way past curfew and the little bugger has much to answer for. Thanks. * I'm not buying the science experiment, "I'm this close to finding the cure for cancer" excuse. Everyone knows that science experiments can only be conducted in the fridge with take away leftovers mere days away from achieving sentience. ** Unmentionables. What a ridiculous word. Panties. Knickers. Panties. Knickers. Panties. Knickers. Soiled? I think we'll leave that alone. Be glad. |
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