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Tuesday, 31 May 2005
Please Sir, when you drop the bomb, drop it right on me,,,
I put:
"Reassurance granted: I'll fetch two 3-foot long pieces of twine, lard and a pack of medicine spoons. You supply the live chickens and we'll make the most of day."
What more can I say?
Posted by indie/ask at 11:45 PM BST
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