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| Hey, Toby, did I ever tell you about the time I was camping in the jungle- | |
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| ...and you jumped up and shot a lion in your pyjamas. Yes, grandad, I know. Re-tellings of that story atarted to get redundant around the sixtieth time... | |
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| Oh... uh, no. Actually I was, uh... goiing to tell you a different story. I shot a leech in my pyjamas! | |
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| You shot a leech in your pyjamas? | |
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| Yeah... shot my fucking leg off, too. Of course, by then I was so drunk I had begun to secrete tequila from every pore... | |
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| I'm bored of this story, grandad, Tell me that one again about the Thai ladyboy with the whipped cream and telekinesis... | |
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