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Body Shop

by kyraspeaks

They said to buy local so I tried to buy Dave Cull’s lung. But he wouldn’t sell it. They said to buy local, So I tried to buy Michael Woodhouse’ heart, But it was out of stock. The shop girl told me she would check out the back. They said to buy local so I tried to buy Lee Vandervis’ hands, He said he’d sell them to me but I tried them out and they had no grip. The said to buy local so I tried to buy Harlene Haynes nose, But it was already in something else. (she told me it was malicious of me to ask and threatened me with defamation) They said to buy local so I tried to buy the Highlanders cauliflower ears, so I’d have enough florets for a salad, But it turned out they weren’t organic, so I left it. They said to buy local so I tried They said to buy local so I tried They said to buy local so I tried And I tried And I tried And I tried They said to buy local -but between the dilapidated hospital and the drafty-damp flats there were no good organs to purchase.
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kyraspeaks
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Published
Sep 16, 2017
Time
2m
Tags
#rugby#southern#man#dunedin#politics#body#shop#lungs#organ#buy
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