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My stories

Teeth Like Sugar Puffs

Just that your description of her in your very nice letter seemed to play her part up a bit. You gave her a starring role in my life instead of a walk on part. I'm not unhappy, oh no, happy as a sandboy. She gets on with her life i.e. her fist in a bag of sweets packing more fat onto those cow hips of hers and me having my pint and a special relationship with Sandra,

Travelling By Muck Tub

was wanting to impress Rosie, impress her so those silk knickers she leaves drying on the radiator in her living room, would be lying on the bedroom floor in Apple Lane next to my M&S boxer shorts, as we made a beast with two backs. But it never worked out like that. She likes the finer things in life does Rosie, like bread with poppy seeds on and tea that tastes like someone's poured perfume in it. She even gets Paris Vogue, she was the talk of Barnsley high street when she ordered that. Jimmy the Newsagent, who has bits of porridge on he overly long moustache and extraordinary thin legs for a fat man, thought Paris Vogue played for Arsenal. It's in French of course but being fancy and wearing silk knickers and eating poppy seed bread,

The Patron Saint Of Boiled Eggs

was off on an exotic holiday with six strangers. A taxi driver, a woman from the council tax office, a shaven-headed Italian from the pizza parlour, the manager of HMV, the spotty little oik from Curry's and the bastard who stole my girlfriend. All because I'd won one of their competitions, which I'd been entered into just by using their friends and family scheme.
Cherry

whoop whoop

'We can't all be heroes, someone has to stand on the side and clap as the heroes go by,' and that person would be me ' seal boy.

bacon legs

And here are your keys Sir - with the all important soft leather M5 fob. He took a step back and held the keys high and out of his customers reach like

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