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Diz farted on my lap the other night.
He was stood up and everything.
His little hole just pooted out.
Smelled like... well, not Teen Spirit I tell you!
Dirty Botty Boy (well, his bot was clean, but it smelled dirty.)
Having used a Harry Hill phrase may I change the subject please?
No more TV Burp.
I might have mentioned it before. But it breaks my heart.
Harry says no more, no way, nothing. I give up the booze, Harry (real name Matthew) gives up the Burp. One is healthy, one tragic. I need to trawl eBay for DVDs. Not of me drinking.
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