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... so help me God.
help
I promise to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth...
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I love embezzlement.
hey, I love embezzlement too.
I have kissed a lot of toads.
silly string is neither string nor particularly silly.
I see MC5 is down again.
yes, and I'm dancing on hats about it.
Two beakers of tea and a wagon wheel. That is all I have to say.
I told a customer to kiss my arse today.
A customer kissed my arse today. It's no life being a prostitute.
I've got a luvverly bunch of coconuts.
And I like to shout about it... *oops!*
botherer bothers me in a bothersome way.
The Stationery Office has renamed itself the Stationary Office and located itself to a caravan - but clamped the wheels.
I went to my aerobic waltz class last night and had the misfortune to slip in a puddle of bull semen that had been left by the Young Farmers.
High frequency electric current is our friend.
I can't believe it's not butter is, in reality, butter.
If you chuck a spider it will purr.
Why all paediatricians love centipedes is one of the great mysteries of the world.
Butterflies are so named because they milk the cows before the farmer is awake and then nick off.
Cheese is the essence of butterflies.
Slugs are homeless snails.
I'd be prepared to bet that 'Slugs are homeless snails' has never been said before.
Inanities are the spice of life.
Insanity is normal.
Normalised campanologists are those who fit into a particular bell curve.
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