Dear Leddo the undeniable shoebox
Gala club sandwich + Orpington milk float = idiotic tarantula syndrome.
Tame to the touch, but indigo to the ears, Flamella Plolodes is probably the only surviving example of the 'get me that stick Grandad' style of anti-peltch protester. In worms she found a comfort rare outside of a box of newts, and so it came to pass that Uncle Daggers bought her an entire ladle, with which she could be seen gaily skipping along the towpaths on a summer's eve, grunting at goats and showing her front bottom to the boaters in their boaters.
By the way, that Lily Savage is a bloke!
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