well i thought tris's joke was excellant, it brought me to mind of something that happened when I was dancing in Madame Courgette-de Croque's chorus line just after the start of the war, we were all smearing our legs with gravey seeing as stockings were rationed and none of us could afford them and Sally Anne Pant-Whistle was just drawing the line up the back on my leg in eyeliner when her hand slipped and she grazed my MOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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