... the owl calls as he chows on a festering potato. 'Uegh', he pukes a little ball of sick. It's harvested and sold to children to cut open.The owl swivels its head 720 degrees on 3 axis as it hears a yelp of lovepain from Nick. The owl becomes agitated and hides in a sock. The villagers riot.
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Ttssattsr,
Mon 15 Jun 2009, 19:11,
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Use your imagination, man. There are wonderful treats inside your head. Ttssattsr,
Mon 15 Jun 2009, 19:32,
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I tried that yesterday.I waxed lyrical and it just made cockweasle cry.
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LordManley twitter.com/LordManley,
Mon 15 Jun 2009, 19:44,
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