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Pedo Cure the interim solution

... slow old job.”. "How much will you make?" I asked. "Fucking lose more like when fucking Pay Pal had their cut." he said, "Bastards at Tesco got wise to me scrounging cardboard boxes to send them in and Sandra wants paying for boxing them up." "Shit, should have left the business side to me," I insisted. "Johnno, I need a fuck," Sandra pleaded, I nearly gave in but the thought that Al was there half an hour ago put me off. "No your all right Sand," I said, "I got me a girlfriend." "You sly bastard!" she said, "Bollocks!" which was a bit rich since she dumped me. "You all right for Council tomorrow," Al asked. "Far's I know," I agreed, "Why," "They're out to get you," he said, "This Pedo thing, seems the Homos are getting jittery they think they're next." "Who the fuck told them?" I asked. "They reckon you're Homophobic," he said. "Me, fucking Homophobic, I ain't fucking Homophobic, I ain't afraid of a bunch of queers," I said, "What they going to do? Handbag me?" "Just watch yourself, OK?" he said. Sgt Fforbes came round Friday morning, "Well according to our records there's no Pedo's left in Whetherfield." he said, "Not one.” “How do you know?" I asked. “Social Media!" Fforbes said, it turned out he had this online troll sort of bloke who was on these pedo pervert forums, "Right," I said, "That's fucked my idea for a cure." "Plenty more about down south," Fforbes said meaningfully. "Right," I agreed. "City's playing Brighton and Hove Albion Saturday, away, they're running a ...

... special train or two,you should get a few lads down there sort that lot out." "Right," I agreed and I forgot about it straight away. Sgt Fforbes came round Sunday, he waited till after dinner, he knew all about me mother's cooking. "Who's been a naughty boy then?" he asked. "What?" I said, "I ain't done fuck all." "You want to read the paper," he said and shoved a copy of the Sunday paper across the table. "Outrage!" said the headline with a picture of three Pedos hanging from three lamp posts on the West Pier at Brighton, "Council workers refuse to remove dead Pedos without having preventative anti Pedophillia injections first." "Let the fucking Gulls eat them," says prospective Brighton BNP candidate "Nutter" Henderson it added as a secondary story. "Bloody hell!" I said. "Right," he agreed. "You ought to try that Pedocure you been boasting about." he said, "Don't forget my cut, oh and heres the name of a guy who can make your windup thing for a good price" As soon as he was gone I went round to see Sandra. "Ooooh Johnno!" she cooed, when I told her what Fforbes said, "That’s wonderful will you be on Telly again? shall we move in together?" "You're having Al's fucking kid!" I explained. "I can get rid if you want?" she said, "Please Johnno you know I always loved you best." "Sandra you're the sort of manipulating tart that gets tarts a bad name," I said as I felt her swelling belly, "But under the circumstances if you're offering yes I will have a free fuck." "Half price?" ...