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Post by Ali on Mar 26, 2010 20:18:18 GMT 1
So far..............
CHAPTER 1
Brittany is always .......... p*ssing with rain, beautiful spring mornings, turn into dark frosty evenings in a matter of seconds but always melt away rapidly to reveal a beautiful blue sky however, the grass is never greener than Dulux emerald although French paint wipes off when you brush past you rub your petite and firm stripping knife around each curve of the door handle then wipe the fevered brow of the nearest artisan called Derek who brushed against hard with soft bristles which hung down the local Chinese take away that local cats fear because the chef chops them incognito wearing only a set of pearly white dentures and a thong made from shiney leopard skin lycra that chaffed under the bits that were dried out and now flaking almonds all over the neighbours who grew huge tomatoes to make wonderful pasta sauce and spread it over the whole part of the bread but the seeds Stick in the the cracks that polyfilla just cannot reach the parts.
That smell of sugar and spice and decomposing mice with fur and decomposing maggots that when grilled are Very similar to school sago pudding that slowly slides off your spoon and turns into breakfast cereal that will be served on here today but not until everything in the wheelbarrow has been thoroughly licked by LIF's white pussy.
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Post by tobyjug on Mar 26, 2010 20:37:51 GMT 1
which has a
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Post by wibble on Mar 26, 2010 20:56:29 GMT 1
See, it all works out well as a descriptive tale of UK folks and their daily lives in warm sunny Brittany ;D ;D ;D
Chapter 2 ...........
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