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How well I remember the scourge of involuntary erections! I seemed to spend half my life making my way from the front of a bus to the rear platform, holding something strategically or hunched double to hide the priapic beast that used to live down the front of my trousers.
Lazy lob be damned! He was eager for work, though he got very little. I wonder where he is now?
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Buvez toujours, mourrez jamais.
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