Grimbeau

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May 21, 2016

Mercurial Times

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Zoot rays strobe Stockholm as Sweden Burghers rise up wreckful with smash up attitude.

The whole wode world spoofs a spreadsheet of posset and dross.

Valhalla orchestra plays misty for Major Sixty-Nine & his otter Abalone:

Human race factors at play again and again over time

History stopped at 6.37 GMT

Light crimson hand cream the emollient of top choice for kNutjobs

Shares in Cochineal soar like Anna Neagle.

Theft rash at Cannes: jewels to blame.

Ferrari elopes with Mercedes –

Dante fitted up – same old Dumbass yarn spun

Eccles cake bomber found in rural microwave:

‘Little Imps!’ said a fishbowl spokeshave weeping in his absinthe.

‘Mine’s a sweeper.’ Incoholic dribble drabble if one must ask.

Caustic soda fountains are good for you.

Indolent sex safer than casual sex:

Comatose Times.

Red shank racket exposed in wetland areas

after drone surveillance by Graf Zeppelin.

Turkish Delight found in Royal Jelly:…

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May 21, 2016

fA cUP fiNaL (FroNt eAr)

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DiD AnyOne Ever tEll

You (You look like The Dead Sea Scrolls!)

THat’s eXactLy whaT

I…Thum(b)pff!

(Owtch WassaTt orla bough?)

TourEtte’s 1: AsperGer’s niL

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May 21, 2016

Renaissance

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‘Just walks around sweating, does nothing but sweat…and fart. Yeah, sweating and farting, and grunting too. Sweats, farts, and grunts. The man is a disgrace!’ raged Nobby, hopping shrewdly on his good foot.

‘What did he ban you for then?’

‘I called him a fat, lazy, turd.’

‘I see.’

And Henry did see. He had discerned a pattern emerging since Nobby offered to stick a hot poker up his arse in July after a lurgy. Quarterly cycles, circadian rhythms, in-growing toenails, attention seeking behaviour, and six pints of Old Tharg each lunchtime had taken their grotesque toll.

‘ I’m going down the Zephyr from here on in.

Henry was confused.

‘You mean the Zodiac?’

‘Yeah. See you Sunday.’

‘Okay, Boss.’

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With Flo away and Headcase post-traumatically shocked from a wolfhound goring Henry was all for the quiet life. Summer had been pointless, autumn dormant, and now with winter’s onset…

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