My Diary

The sun was dripping fat as I pushed the frying pan out of the kitchen window.  I had meant to tie flowers to my tea cosy hat but stuck an old steam engine there instead.  Inside I drew a portcullis on the face of a beautiful girl – June stuck a sail into her hair and sailed away.  I followed her some time later with two chandeliers for earrings.  The butler walked by with a message for the kitchen maid.

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