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Bull has pushed the wonderful St Ruth too far and she decided to take the job making tea for the appreciative Brad Pitt
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| I know why don't you poke it STD boy! | |
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| right Crapmum, put the tea, on give me some drugs, let me smash up your stuff and insult you! You arsehole. | |
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slowly as the tealess days passed they realised their mistake
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| Now Zuk, I think I may have slipped up here, we appear to be unable to make tea, acquire drugs or smash things up without reprocussion. | |
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| You fucking asrehole bull. | |
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Zuk and Bull sadly passed away for malnutrition (tea contains vital vitamin T) and bordem, but St Ruth lived happily ever after with Brad and Jennifer (who is very accommodating!).
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| here is your tea Mr Pitt - I have also acquired some top notch pills, fancy a trip down to the Purple turtle? | |
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| Wow you are the woman of my chisle-faced dreams - let me take you now. | |
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