'this correction of short writty is the most wonderfoul larf I've ever ready'
ABOUT THE AWFUL
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I was bored on the 9th of octover 1940 when, I believe, the nasties were still booming us led by Madalf Heatlump (who only had one). Any...
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It was Chrisbus time but Randolph was alone. Where were all his good pals. Bernie, Dave, Nicky, Alice, Beddy, Freba, Viggy, Nigel, Alfred, Clive, Stan, Frenk, Tom, Harry, George, Harold ? Where were they on this day ? Randolf looged saggly at his only Chrispbut cart from his dad who did not live there. 'I can't understan this being so aloneley on the one day of the year when one would surely spect a pal or two ?' thought Rangolf. Hanyway he carried on putting ub the desicrations and muzzle toe. All of a surgeon there was amerry timble on the door. Who but who could be a knocking on my door ? He opend it and there standing there who ? But only his pals. Bernie, Dave, Nicky Alice, Beddy, Freba, Viggy, Nigel, Alfred, Clive, Stan, Frenk, Tom, Harry, George, Harolb weren't they ? Come on in old pals buddys and mates. With a big griff on his face Randolff welcombed them. In they came jorking and labbing shoubing 'Haddy Grimmble, Randoob.' and other hearty, and then they all jumbed on him and did smite him with mighty blows about his head crying 'we never liked you all the years we've known you. You were never raelly one of us you know, soft head.' They killed him you know, at least he didn't die alone did he ? Merry Chrustchove, Randolf old pal buddy.
