So you're stuck out in the woop-woop and the next train back is Thursday next week. Well, that's a bit of a bugger.
When the ambulance doors opened, doctors were confronted with six moulaged clowns, each writhing in pain from impressive fake acid burns.
And in the darkened underpass / I thought oh God, my chance has come at last / But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask
Now Tim had a sort o' the tipplin' way With a love of the liquor poor Tim was born And to help him on with his work each day He'd a drop of the craythur ev'ry morn.
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