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Late last night I was inspired to begin writing an epic love poem.
To Harold Bishop.
I do not remember a world without Harold 'Jelly Belly' Bishop,
and nor do I have any desire to do so.

So here is verse one.
I will add to it as I feel the need
and sleep deprivation to do so.

Oh Harold,
You are the sunshine,
The last Tim-Tam in the packet.
You are my everything,
My jelly doughnut.



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@Vista: you can suck the hairy goat testicalss in the jar behind the fridge in the basement.


@The neighbours: not everyone shares your shite taste in music. Join vista with the jar of testicals.

edit:

@Adobe: Join the line for goat testicals.

^ the neighbours roof. with this light constantly on, the car horn code and the lookout they employ it is no wonder they inspire me to staple their testicals to their feet, or each others feet, either way it is a connection of feet and testicals.