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It was the mating season. 

During the mating season a Flying Scot is infested with coloured mushrooms. Blooming around the snatch.

We cracked crackers and got pasted. Ate Johnny cakes. Had a chinwag about the New Puritans.

The New Puritans had high grip quota and the whole country was post cream.

The villagers were dancing around pre-fabs. 


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