As soon as you asked that, my typist remembered an 'e-mail forward' she once got and went looking for it on the Internet. She found it here, and I persuaded her to only give the link rather than copy it all out. There is also apparently more here.
Because his beloved is on the other side... and he is a wretched, wretched chicken; he is built up of death from head to foot...it is a chicken carcass that loves her and adores her and will never, never leave her! So he had to cross the road!
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Have fun. I'm finding them quite amusing myself.
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i could ask it if you want
sometimes we're friends
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O.G.
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*sobs*
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*sobs too*
O.G.
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I never claimed not to have a juvenile sense of humour. Comes of hanging about Capital-R and Bahorel too much, really.
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