Grey Moon – Monday (ep. 3)
Fuen staggered into the pub.
“You look knackered,” said Reala.
“I know,” sighed Fuen. “I just injured myself walking 500 miles delivering post.”
“Oh dear,” replied Reala.
“The postal company said I had to walk 500 more,” moaned Fuen.
“Injured at work? You could be entitled to compensation,” said Yuffie. “Call the Pro Claimers to find out.”
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Such a heavy load, all those Christmas cards and letters from America. Remember ‘those boots were made for walking.’
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Ahhh, love a bit of Nancy! 🙂
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Love the way you Proclaim this story, LittleFears!
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Badumtish! Haha, cheers Kelvin!
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❤ I would’ve left it at the “500 more;” but, of course, the pun couldn’t rest. 😀
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Haha, I just couldn’t stop! 😛
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I always do little snort laughs when I read these.
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Heh, good ta hear Kristiana! 🙂
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More like “1000” injuries!
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Arf! A tad less Proclaimers though! 😛
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Hahaha!!!!!
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BIG groan… 🙂
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Thank you. 🙂
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Pro Claimers LOL Love that song! 😀
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Good good haha! 😀
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Got half way…”He didn’t.”… And you did… slow clap…. Groan game is on point… : )
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Never doubt how low I’ll go! 😛
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And now let’s read it with that thick Scottish accent…! 😉
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Heeee 😛
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ha – nice play on words LF
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Thank you Prior. 🙂
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