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Uncle Bertie has brought his sexually alert friend Cousin Gertie round to help with the babysitting
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| NOW THEN, shake the dolly and make it sick | |
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| Hmmmmm, I wonder - can I or can I not get this picalilli jar filled with wasps and fire ALL the way up this snivelling little wretch's ruined clough? | |
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...They're flirty, hurty and VERY dirty...
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| FUCK my GOD! Rusty garden shears aren't half unwieldy, and I can't like it...how the CUNT am I supposed to work under these conditions? | |
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| Too easy! Next, bite down HARD on this soldering-iron and push back like you're having a shit - you abandoned EFFING WHORE! | |
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Errm, well over thirty, super-squirty, etc. NOW DRINK ME OFF!!!
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| Aaaand...BINGO! A portable child's-womb and glove puppet in one! You can't buy them, you know. That's one in the hog's eye for the INNOVATIONS catalogue, I fancy! | |
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| Well done! My kilner jar is now lodged fast up your barrow-clough... How's about I thrash your TUM with this frozen baby, smash the jar into knife-like shards and release its precious CARGO? | |
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