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question from Poy-Poy Pappergaskill
Brian Ferry was so enamoured by the level of sheen I achieved about his genitalia he fell sobbing to my feet and and attempted to buff my area in kind. Though not unpleasant his work has left me with testicles of such luminosity that a simple stroll along a boulavard can cause massive time displacment and the blinding of gulls and suchlike.I have buried my self to the waist under brighton pier, for this is the only solution I have to date. I type this as a heavy rain beginning to fall severely moistening a nest of housemartins whose mother I destroyed with my hideous nad beams. Please help me dull myself without submegence. Too many have perished. If not for me then for the the little ones.
This an all too common story. And here’s my suggestion.
First, you need to constuct traditional Roman scaffolding to just above your knees. Adorn it with berries and figs and give it a good solid coating of elk’s urine. Wait until the desired effect has taken place, then build up from the top of the scaffold with press photographs of Dani Behr and the cast of Goodness Gracious Me until your full groinal area is nowhere to be seen by the naked eye. Wrap the whole kaboodle up in the finest Kevlar.
Brian will not know what to do and within several weeks will have eloped to Benelux.