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- From: jfw@jfwhome.FUNHOUSE.COM (John F. Woods)
- Subject: Re: A challenge!
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- Organization: Misanthropes-R-Us
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- Date: Sat, 23 Jan 1993 00:45:10 GMT
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- >>>> BRIDGET, THE TEMPEST AND TODD
- >>>>
- >>>> The wind picked up and Bridget's print skirt wheeled towards her
- >>>> as her anal cavity opened. While furniture flew through the air and
- >>>the grand piano came crashing down the stairs; she let out a fart and
- >>it was all melody, and the piano struck a dissonant chord, composing
- >>beautiful music as it approached its strenduous death upon the floor.
-
- >She turned suddenly and saw Todd approaching with his
- slender, shapely
- legs, his bosom heaving with emotion. "Oh no," she cried, "the marmalade
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