I met him at the bar at 13:45. He was in a state. Reeking of drink and smelling of dirt. He could desperately use a bath. Like the kind they had in the great roman empire. They were the most amazing baths. Often you could meek charming young nymphs there as well. And the wine would flow late into to the night. I love wine. The only thing I like better than wine is a loaf of bread soaked in water. Delicious.
Where is my wild beef roast tree fern going to?
I agree with whatever you were trying to say.
Reply:to a barbecue?
Reply:Yes thats right
Reply:he went away to conjugate the spiro-gyro, then contemplate the meaning of life
Reply:Aye carumba.
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