My Grandfather and a Sausage

eventually, after an unfortunate incident involving a truck-driver, a packet of pork scratchings, and a hot air balloon, cletus ... or was it banjo?

... gave birth to a bouncing baby. she named the child marsupial after the baby's childminder - a strange australian chap with a squint and a rather odd long tail.

marsupial on his 27th birthday:

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marsupial gave up his drinking and womanising after deciding to be a fighter pilot ...

erm ... hang on, that doesn't quite work ...
 
graeme diappeared one day. nobody knows where he went. he left a full pint of milk in his fridge, and a half-eaten toasted sandwich (cheese and tomato, with a sprinkle of pepper) on the kitchen table.

after investigation by det. insp. george 'mad cunt' boffin, CID, DSO with bar, IKEA, FAB, it was established that graeme was last seen in the company of a man wearing a beret, who spoke with a ridiculous accent, ate cheese, and surrendered every time the germans gave him a nasty look.

the man yesterday afternoon:

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