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5 comments:
If someone doesn't say something on this post, Seroxat-Mandsky is going to jump in the Thames.
She has threatened.
I don't believe her, but she has threatened.
Of course now that I've commented, she might not do it.
But these comments don't count.
I'm sure she'd agree.
So she might still do it. Top herself, that is.
Don't let her water-logged seroxat corpse be a burden on your conscience forever.
Just say she looks really sweet sitting on the loo or something.
SOmething.
I think that dog is Mother Teresa incarnate.
Sure. But then some loser would come along behind you and plastic bag it up -- how embarrassing is that? Do the cat thing and cover your own poop, that's what I say.
Um, no TWM, this wouldn't happen. Cos you'd just have a dump in your own garden.
Thank you please.
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