Fat Boy Faggot returned from a nights cruising with a thorn in his paw. He sat with great stoicsm as Fing removed the thorn with a pair of tweezers.
I'm very worried about the sponsored walk tomorrow, he confided to Fing,
How on earth am I supposed to troll up the tober with a naff bat?
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