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I have mocked thee, sir, I was fabulous and it was a bloody good laugh.
You mocked me while I was sleeping, sir? You make a mockery out of mockery.
Be glad I do not deploy my joke about The Priest, his Lovely Handmade Shoes, and the penance of those who Mock, which involves the Moccasins and the Mocker's sin's, lest they be rolling in the aisles! |
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