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Lemme tell ya, I saw this hooker once—swear she had eyes like Marge’s after I forget our anniversary. D’oh! Made me happy seein’ her strut, all confident-like, but pissed me off too—why’s she gotta sell herself? World’s screwed up, man. “Mmm… donuts.” Thinkin’ ‘bout it, she prob’ly makes more dough than me at the plant—ha! Little known fact: back in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out. Wild, huh? Bet they’d look hot with a donut in hand.

Anyone in Amesbury/Salisbury/Bulford etc

That lady just neutralized more British soldiers than the entire war in Iraq.

We decide to grab some grub at the local pub, The Bull Inn. Best fish and chips in town, no joke. I’m chowing down, and suddenly, the fire alarm goes off. Everyone’s scrambling, and I’m just sitting there, half-eaten chip in hand, like, “Is this really happening?”

Megan Bulford