terror has made its point once again

they stood for a moment only and then fell but for no glory.
the bomb the took offally.
only one toilet left and they all queued in shock and horror.
traumatised, unable to meet the consultants’ demands.

today is a day once more

today is a day is a day is day is a day is a day is a day is a day. today. is a day is a day is day is a day is a day is a day is a day. and so on. there is no stopping them.
it’s stuff like this, said sponge, that gives us all a bad reputation; and not only this, other stuff, too. other stuff indeed more than other things.

the man once more

the man was a father of two from offally.
offally?
yes.
a father of two, surprised he was not shot.
fathers of two usually die in car crashes. they are rarely assaulted and hardly ever shot. the armed forces don’t really care about them.
sponge would have liked a turnip, not a turnip maybe, some other root, an apple, which isn’t a root at all, or a piece of toast but there was only breadroll.

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