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There's a story I read a while ago. A chap goes into a butchers every day. He has a cane. He leaves the cane in the shop while he goes to the toilet. Every day. During his toilet breaks, the butcher, who finds him incredibly annoying, shaves a milllimetre off of his cane. After a few months, the chaps back is bent to one side, because he never noticed the cane getting shorter.
I'm not sure what the point is, or why I was saying it, but there. There are some words.
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Originally Posted by Savage Clone
Last time I was in Chicago I spent an hour in a Nazi submarine with a banjo player.
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