more lashings of lard

remember, said sponge. hello. hello hello. hello. two hellos there and two hellos back in return.
that was a knife attack.
yes, it was, funny, when you think back.
quite, said breadroll, the old days. the fat lady sung and the phone never rung. deliveries never arrived and everybody did with less. crime, punishment, all real back then. i liked butter but that’s not on these days. no, siad sponge, all the carbs could kill you.

lump’o’lard

it is a lump of an episode today, wet and tough, drags on for eons and a bit.
i don’t know, said sponge; breadroll said nothing and block of wood was absent.

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