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Dai Coelacanth -Birthday Insult

I had been falling down the same set of stairs for at least two weeks I was covered in dirt and slightly drunk. Her husband hired some thugs to do me over. They gave me a good beating and stuck a needle in me. Time drug. I couldn’t tell you the exact name but that’s not important. That’s jealousy for you it’s septic. It’s grim outside. Go back to bed. Wrap yourself in pastry. A nice thick crust. Are there any ghouls in Ghoul Town. There must have been. Where did they all go. They offered to chain her up in a tiny house with no lighting. She wasn’t having that. Where is his brain. Ghoul town landfill site. A mountain of rotting brains. It’s well organised I can tell you that.

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