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Nurse Banjo's Saturday night trawl of the towpath has been successful. A dinner date, if you will. To prolong the cruel and unusual punishment, Banjo launches into its vile act
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| She was only the fishmonger's daughter, but she lay on the slab and said fillet! hahahah...I slay me...or more likely you, matey | |
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| don't look it in the eyes...oh gods... | |
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Stopping to only pick up some marmite, meths, and a few human parts, Nurse Banjo takes her victim...er..guest...to the dinning room
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| hahahahah...so I said it's been near an iron now...HA! I see you find my company charming and exotic... | |
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| Please let me go...I have a wife...kids...a heart condition... | |
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No pleading will help. Sent into a near catatonic state by endless youtube repeats of the Banjo act, the 'vic' is lured into situations that cannot be mentioned. The Banjo finally feeds...ugh...
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| At least I'll have some company and nibbles for tomorrow | |
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| Anything but another 'joke' | |
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