As wormulus sat down in his bu'dwar, he took stock on his life, the meloncony hit him with the full force...... he saw on the wall, the troffies of his days spent in South Africa hunting wild game, there was the head of a zebra, a knuckle of a gorilla and the brillo pad belonging to a rare tribe. He sighed to himself, sure, he worked hard, building himself up the ranks of a prestidgous law firm in the heart of the city, but what was it all for? He couldn't quite say, couldn't even say if it was worth it. It was then, as the record skipped on his War of the Worlds album, that the idea came to him, a stunt that'll be harroled in the anuals of history, he was going to do this, and he was going to do it right..... [TO BE CONTINUED]
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G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩€, Fri 9 Jul 2010, 15:18,
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*Sympathy laugh*(
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