You ever get that thing where you think: actually I'm a good and worthwhile person, kind to small animals, pay my taxes, occasional charitable donations, that sort of thing? And then you think: actually, no, I'm going straight to hell.
Living entirely on a diet of sponge fingers and Tizer, the electric halibut is an elusive, enigmatic creature. Who knows where he will pop up next? He may be coming to your town.....no, hang on, that was the Monkees.
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Jeez, have you been reading my mail?
Ha! Well I'm glad it's not just me. I fully expect to have gone blind fairly soon anyway, so that'll render reading anything a bit academic.
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