Many burgers are consumed in the detention of Sir Books. We half wits needed another dim wit to keep him. When Mrs Books offered a kings ransom of Belgian chocolates, we knew a brighter idea was to inflict her with his presence. Was as if a hand gernade went off in our heads. Many spirits were consumed illuminating the faces of all present thus completing the original half watted goal, though we lacked the filament to keep the party going....cause we all were drunk
you poor, drunk bastigages! You must release jb books!
you poor, drunk bastigages! You must release JB Books!
I wish that he'd go home, but he's being kind of clingy.
Weren't you warned about feeding strays?
Fed her... Kicked him repeatedly. Still couldn't shake him.
Need to turn him loose. He's already eaten more than he's worth.
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