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Cleo Twyford is dodging minor disasters, indulging in
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Metal things, girly bits and the rubbish-speak gland
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Today I discovered that talking complete rubbish loudly and quickly does in no way cover up the fact that someone has a hard metal thing shoved far too far into your girly bits and is scraping with it.
More importantly, I also discovered that when you think you've said all the rubbish you can possibly have inside you, there is more. (Quite obviously there is a rubbish-speak gland that secretes in uncomfortable situations.)
posted by Cleo Twyford @ 11:53 AM    
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