Imagine the conversation
Vicar: 'lo. good news bad news. I've got some work for you.
Gravedigger: Great!
Vicar: It's the Jolly Green Giant
Gravedigger: Bugger!
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Sir Aunty Grampa Dave the Hat - enjoying a post-meridian muncheon - Ta! Cannaoogim!?,
Wed 18 Aug 2004, 12:16,
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my mates applying
to be a gravedigger
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Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity,
Wed 18 Aug 2004, 12:17,
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What grave situation
brought him to do such a thing?
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Psychosomatic Tumor Laugh your life cause there ain't much to cry for,
Wed 18 Aug 2004, 12:32,
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Your mate Doug . . . ?
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Sir Aunty Grampa Dave the Hat - enjoying a post-meridian muncheon - Ta! Cannaoogim!?,
Wed 18 Aug 2004, 12:37,
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*imagines the conversavtion
*chuckles
tee hee
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kingkong.,
Wed 18 Aug 2004, 12:17,
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