balls were needed for a tart and bowels

she was rich, said breadroll.
yes, said sponge, but that’s over now.
way over, said breadroll.
we couldn’t go back ther, said sponge.
no, said breadroll, not possibly.

the bowel movement of offally

only a public toilet near slieve bloom was left, the only facility of that kind, and near the town of slieve bloom it was. not much was left of the town itself, the little that had been was no more, but it didn’t make much of a difference.
outside the toilet, in a long queue, a man, amongst others. surprisingly they had found they way to the town of slieve bloom considering it was off any considerable road but since it was the only place with these sort of facilities in the county it may not come as such a surprise that they all gather here; bar the one to explain all this.
really not him, said breadroll.
a shame, said sponge, we could have asked directions. if we were in offally that is.
but they weren’t there, instead lost in the middle of somewhere on the wait as usual.
as always, said block of wood with a stoney glare.

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