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So it was disinfectant after all, that's really bats, the plan was simple - we can get rid of the democrats; why didn't someone else think of that, perhaps they did, but not good enough - only a one no-trump bid. It opens a new wardrobe for future use, bleach, turpentine, meths would all hang loose, perhaps we could use Brasso for the *******, or even grease from the lap-dancer's pole. My mother had a cure for all ills, no pills, Calamine, TCP, Lloyd's cream, pain it kills, Milk of magnesia, germolene, Andrews for liver, Benolyn cough mixture, if your throat starts to quiver. She said: 'Get upstairs and wash yourself with disinfectant,' now we can go further and use it as an expectorant.

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