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platter to take back home with him, he thought this would make a wonderful gift for

his son and might help to lift him from the gloom he'd been feeling since the

motorcycle accident... He was recovering nicely, until the

Insurance Company beat down the door and made him promise

to take his business somewhere else,they suggested........

Pluto, which was obviously a little far and rather cold. The son ruminated and cogitated, after-which

decided after all this would look good on his CV later in life when he applied for

the planetary exploration head of operations job at Nasa, but first he needed to

brush up on his algebra and personal hygiene. Meanwhile, back at the caravan,

The sausages where burning under the grill..

which didn't bother dad in the slightest, this being his passive aggressive way of getting back at

no one in particular, much to his distress, he realised then that if he

turned off the gas he might be able to..

save a few pennies and buy himself his dream

bargirl, which any aspiring father wants, so he can love her and pay money for her and

wake up every morning with a smile. Folk in the village, however,

knew that it was based on nothing more than illusion, deception and a big ole dollop of

Buffaloe Khee That Had dried In The Midday Sun...

or hopelessly misplaced faith. They remembered the other strange old man

That stumbled upon the quite village with a much younger girl on his arm..

was obviously re-living his youth and paying a pretty penny for the privilege

but he didn't care he was young again..he dyed his hair and wore sandels..

and a silly pair of Thai farmer trousers to keep his bag of kamagra

Hidden from Somchai the local womaniser, general lay-a-bout and pi$$head..

who would be sure to crush them all and put them in granpas lao khao to give him a heart attac and