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# I know I know I know.
*shuffles feet and stares at ground*

It's just that I'm crap at plotting ...
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# you need to find yourself a writer
(I helped save b3ta! Prof UnderCover evitable, Fri 27 Mar 2009, 9:45, archived)
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# "the sun was cracking the paving stones when
Ponchenby Whittle-Twang IV of Eastminster set out for his morning constitutional wearing 3 pairs of socks and a haversack...."
(I helped save b3ta! Prof UnderCover evitable, Fri 27 Mar 2009, 9:51, archived)
# "... his flacid but not unimpressive member jigged merrily from side to side
as he strode purposefully through the streets of a place he later found out was called Willesden 'I find it hard to believe that the Lloyds of London shareholders meeting would be in a place such as this,' he mused to himself jovially
(I helped save b3ta! Prof UnderCover evitable, Fri 27 Mar 2009, 9:58, archived)
# ... not into it eh?
alright then... but I'm giving you gold here!
(I helped save b3ta! Prof UnderCover evitable, Fri 27 Mar 2009, 10:06, archived)
# "Manuel, the gardener, placed his burning phallus in het quivering quim"
(I helped save b3ta! mediocre ha ha ha, you're reading this, Fri 27 Mar 2009, 10:07, archived)
# "Gonzo, the lead guitar player, put his mutated member in her quivering quim"
(I helped save b3ta! mediocre ha ha ha, you're reading this, Fri 27 Mar 2009, 10:07, archived)
# And that's all I can remember from the Penis Dimension song of Frank Zappa
(I helped save b3ta! mediocre ha ha ha, you're reading this, Fri 27 Mar 2009, 10:08, archived)
# she was the kind of dame you could spend your whole life trying to forget
and I knew as soon as she walked into my office I was looking at the business end of a world of trouble and a lifetime full of heartache and cheap liquor... her eyes were like dustbin lids and her hair was like spun straw, she was hideous alright, but man could she arm wrestle... despite the hook
(I helped save b3ta! Prof UnderCover evitable, Fri 27 Mar 2009, 10:12, archived)
# sure there was something wrong with this town
there were thousands of things wrong with it for chrissake... but this was different. It had been raining for longer than living memory and Drake knew that there was something other than the clouds to blame for it...
(I helped save b3ta! Prof UnderCover evitable, Fri 27 Mar 2009, 10:21, archived)