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Helen Bristol 01 February 2003 11:18
How did you get to heard about the all-night foam shagathon?
Vile Jelly 01 February 2003 12:09 I began to suspect when the Reporting Team staggered home blind drunk in the small hours singing "I'm forever blowing bubbles"! Helen Bristol 01 February 2003 14:43
Are you sure they hadn't been to a footie match? I suspect that your
vision of a foamy, nocturnal goings-on is the product of your
overactive fevered imagination. I think that you should take yourself
off for a rest in a darkened room. They say that camomile tea is very
effective in such cases.
Anyway they promised not to say anything about it.
Perhaps you should have a word with the Agony Dragony, her advisce is very
helpful.
Vile Jelly 02 February 2003 09:29
Had a word with Soupie.
She said (after she'd brushed all the foam off her scales) that I was
imagining things and that if I didn't button it she'd wash my mouth out with
soup. Very hot minestrone to be precise. Bleaaagh!
I shall remain silent on the subject hencefirst, second, third and forth.
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