Battle of s**ts

Toilet blocked. Bleach and plunger armed and ready. It’s big and brown but I won’t back down. The mantra repeats in my head. It has to or I’d be sick. I taste sick anyway. It’s brief, like clubbing a brown seal. I am King of this castle. I may abdicate.

Still no response RE Paperclip debate – the keen stationery user is wise not to show his or her hand too soon. The battle continues!

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