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Confession by Bob_Monkhouse on 01-05-2006
Father, father, I don't know how to say this to you.
Speak freely my son. I am listening.
Well ok then :- 'She shells sheashells, she shells sheashells..........
Oh for f#*k's sake...
She shells sheashells on the sheashore.....
Move on fortwith elst I shall be forced to sh#t upon your foot.
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