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be honest from chapter 2 Old Shitty Digit Himself
Let’s be honest, you and i. Just for once, a book that
lies straight. Right from the start, right now, let me tell
you a few things. i don’t like the corners of my pages
turned down, if you’re too innumerate to remember a
page number, get a bookmark. Secondly i’m not having
you bend my cover to meet my back like some contortionist
with more double joints than Mary Juana. And don’t leave
me in the loo. However good your extractor fan, the airborne
acids in methane gas eat paper like locusts. And all i need
is the bog-roll running out and someone having to improvise.
Lastly, i really don’t object to you taking me to bed,
in fact there’s something rather nice about sharing
that sort of privacy with you, but for goodness sake, if there’s
any humping, sling me clear. There’s nothing more embarrassing
than being rolled underneath a couple of sweaty bodies and
ending up soaking up the wet patch. Talking of which.
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