Larry and Mick and the Consequences of Having a Rubber Thing Fall off One's End

'The rubber's fallen off my end,' said Mick.

'That,' said Larry to Mick, 'could lead to unfortunate consequences.'

'Such as?' said Mick.

'Well…' said Larry – and he begun the tale.

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The rubber to which Mick was referring was (of course) one of those doobries which you put on the end of your finger, the better to facilitate the flicking through paperwork and such. And the tale pertaining to the falling off of such off of Mick's finger was related thus…

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'Well…' said Larry (and not for the first time). 'The thing,' he continued, 'about those rubber doohickeys which one puts on the end of one's finger, the better to facilitate the flicking through paperwork and such, is that the consequences of failing to utilise such can be greater than one might otherwise imagine. To whit…'

And Larry related a tale pertaining to the consequences of the failure to utilise one of those rubber oojamaflips which one puts on the end of one's finger the better to facilitate the flicking through paperwork and such. To whit…

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'Am I ever going to hear this tale?' said Mick.

'What tale?' said Larry.

'The one about… oh, never mind,' said Mick.

[the end ]