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I don't know who any of these people are or how I became involved in this misadventure of tastless, rambling bull-c*nt juice, all I can say at this point is that I was once "The Funny One" of this queer quartet ('Queer-tet'...yes. Boom shakka-lakka etc) but that this
year, the mantle has been laboriously and unmitigatedly been passed on to the witty McKitty, probably due to her boobs, her skill with a pair of knitting needles and because of thing she does with a baby lamb that has gaffa tape over it's mouth and cannot speak nice words as a result. Stupid lamb.

Everyone loves Kitty, though most of everyone knoweth not why. Probably because they're as drunk as she is when they make up their minds that they like her so much, and can't remember the specifics of the joy she brought, only that they joy tasted fine.

The less said about Andy the better. If you insult him he likes it. If you compliment him, he likes it. If you f*ck him up the bum with a spade (a digging implement, not a black person) he likes it. (Note to black people: don't sleep easily on that say so of mine, I don't know shit). Andy loves people who can't spell or get grammar wrong. Srsly.

There are cats here. They make me sneeze. They make more sense than I do, though less sense than the rabbits.

Shut up Willie. Shut up and suck my balls gently.

This is the Edinburgh Fringe. Not it's not s think you keep milk and cheese in. That's a fridge.

Itakemyleaveofyou.

Tahm.