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Bullets, Wallets, Moments & Dickens.
These were the four of the six things that united the then deaf members of Buttonhead whilst raft-trapped aboard the bleeding cheeks of Peckham, South East London. Since castaway De Vis had potato mutated into a throat-eating Labrador many a voice had been lamb-dinner-jab-ravaged and the hapful band were down on their luck.
That’s the kind of SHIT they were in. MAYHURST!
Following Jeroen and Geert, Jeff Episode had fled Keith’s Mountainous Paradise via-(a)-giant Belgian whiplash and left a Biddy Blake Sob in their wake. Skin-Jab Magaletti had found roost after escaping the Goblin mollycoddle of Ancona, Italy, whilst The Staffordshire Jaffa Cake rooted Warwick-Top-Tropical offered a giant tooth and was allowed on the raft on one condition; HOUSEN!
Humus Fugelsang drifted in strapped to a chair riddled with Winnefred Infant’s spicy flesh mice, screaming ‘Godzilla Fizzy Drink’. The Fidget Piglet was stroked twice that day, and only twice!
So, at the shining of the 9th moon (2006), their Custard rudder had gotten tangled, villain, in the wrist of the giant Gupapaguy, who spewed Rhubarb Goulder (a stringy delight) and Fenced Jenkins without a foil poke-guard. Together at last! When will their burnt goat burst upon the snide shores of time? Teak? For now they speak leeches, eat knives and stamp on faces.
The new world of life - GO HEARTY.
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