The Placard of Justin Guber

Richards lept from the icy ledge head first into the mammaries of the molusc armed only with a rolled up copy of the Barnet FC fanzine, swinging violently, eyes closed.

The molusc ate him. The end.

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Good GOD I’m bored.

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