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Saturday, 8 March 2014
Rambunctious moocher
This snapper fought dirty, like an unwashed wrestler. He went straight into the cabbage, raced about like a coke fiend at a jacuzzi party, and was snagged so tight I could've played Dueling Banjos on the line. But, with a little freespooling and some well-directed swearwords, he came in to achieve his destiny: becoming several delicious dinners. All parts of the buffalo were eaten, except the bones, fins and other bits too disgusting to mention. Including the a*se.
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