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One thing's for sure, as the dreaded season of yule casts a small but determined radiation over the distant horizon: the perennial visitation to one's Chipstick storage facility by the twisted offspring of the local vermicious knid community.
To wit, there's a hole in a warehouse wall, just about the size of a Victorian tick or other well trained, Mancunian primate.
Unfortunately for the local answer to Ocean's Eleven, this particular outbuilding was quite empty so the only expense is yet another rebuilt wall.
Frustrating, irritating and enormously tedious but ultimately another reason why the call for some kind of short term fascistic surpression of Britain's burgeoning oink kind seems like irresistable logic.
What a shambles. :shoot: :banghead:
To wit, there's a hole in a warehouse wall, just about the size of a Victorian tick or other well trained, Mancunian primate.
Unfortunately for the local answer to Ocean's Eleven, this particular outbuilding was quite empty so the only expense is yet another rebuilt wall.
Frustrating, irritating and enormously tedious but ultimately another reason why the call for some kind of short term fascistic surpression of Britain's burgeoning oink kind seems like irresistable logic.
What a shambles. :shoot: :banghead:
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