Unfortunate coincidences: 1) Matt writes ‘Up The Arse, Or Not At All’ for UpsideClown – including the line, “How many things could you fit up your arse? Answer: Two, three, a dozen maybe. A hundred marbles perhaps, although they’d be quite chilly, and you’d need margarine.” 2) Simultaneously, Kylie belts out, “Have an havanna, Pass me a peach, Rub on some lotion, The places l can’t reach”. Thus: My mind fills with unpleasant imagery.
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