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Well, it started off as something I didn't notice... ocassionally I'd sit on it and feel a hard lump. It got a little bruised, and I managed, with the help of a few mirrors, to examine it. it looked a little black. Then I got drunk. Then I started to think it was cancer, because a friend of the family was going through Chaemotherapy (sp?). And then it turned out it was a perfectly harmless blocked sweat gland.
Thus ends the exciting story of my arse and its journey through life.
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Originally Posted by Savage Clone
Last time I was in Chicago I spent an hour in a Nazi submarine with a banjo player.
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