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placed it calmly on the protruding mound of his last remaining testicle. He looked at the dog and

thought how he could live with the fact his dog killed an innocent Irish lady. Should he pull the trigger or should he

not ?

in either case a runaway steam train was heading thier way ,after Casey Jones left

for a midnight soiree with

the Grateful Dead's chief chemist, who

was dead.

ugly, just like

that bloke on the telly, you know, the one with

more chins than a Chinese...

telephone ,book being torn in half in one go by

Calvin Klein's hairdresser friend whose 'buns of steel' could...

crush the fabric of time and space, creating a black hole...

..That would suck the life out of your recycled underwear...

one that even Stephen Hawking would envy, if only he could...

remember where he lived ,he was last seen in his wheel chair heading for

Lourdes hoping for

a three foot long baguette ,however Steven Hawkings took a wrong turn and ended up in

a sublime monastery on a mountain wherein he met the ultimate

Yogi. He quickly asked the yogi...

what time it was, cos the last bus for Mornington Crescent left at 3.

The yogi replied..."I'm not your average bear. I am a true...."

Stephen looked aghast. The Yogi had simply slumped to the floor.

Wheeling himself forward he inadvertently

banged his nuts on the corner of the coffee table causing...

such mirth and hilarity at his predicament among