I squared up to a beefcake and took his girl

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There I was….

Walking down the road in my skimpy nighty, shouting Proscar saved my bacon, Proscar saved my bacon

I took off my pink fluffy slippers and wiped away the bright red lipstick, which smeared, up my arm.

I am free, I am free. I repeated this many times whilst holding a copy of the Bald Review.

I saw a bus and ran across the road only to slip on someone’s discarded hotdog sausage. I fell into the arms of a beefcake.

With red lipstick smeared all over my face I began to chant in a frenzied, sickened manner. "Who is the daddy, I'm throwing a paddy" over and over until I was sick down his shirt.

He stood up and called over his girl.

Come with me tonight. I can show you a good time. I lifted my nighty to reveal a massive John Thomas.

She grinned and I grinned. He growled and began to fight with me.

I took off my nighty and released 7,891 Proscar pills onto the floor around me. I felt like a secret agent. I felt fantastic.

Beefcake slipped over and banged his head. I took his girl and banged her head.

Now I'm cured of hair loss.

Now I am free.
 
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Hey trax,

I think you're a funny guy anyway without having to write these Gunner-style stories.

Being witty and off-the-cuff is far funnier than these kind of stories, stick with that man.
 
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