Jimmy rose at the rear post like a freshwater salmon to nod home shearer's cross in front of the 70,000 crowd of disciples. Nice one pezzy@postmaster.co.uk remarked bryan gunn whom he had just scored past. When jimmy returned to his nest later that evening, Timothy joiner the third was brushing his hair in the rose forest to the rear but this did not hinder Ham as he was in a rush to eat. Ma perrott had whipped up a loaf of big mac bread and jim wolfed it down like jonathan 'i hate you' Davis from KORN before hitting the showers. In the shower jim drifted off into a deep and relaxing sleep. In his dream Pelmut O'Hare was flying a spaceship on saturday morning TV fighting intergalactic aliens with a whisk. His captain was none other than Jefferey Misjlen from rainbow and co-pilot was Trebor softmints Farrimond from Unisdudu (how you pronounce Ynysddu in English) but pelmut was too busy tending to his hair to realise they had been taken over by klingons and were going to be skinned alive. Jim woke briskly as a a newborn and breathed a sigh of relief until asplash of blood dripped on his kraneum whilst shopping for apricots later thatday in costcutters where underage people work.
