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The Municipal Pedo Farm

... shape and slapped some fibreglass matting over before he taped them up with gaffer tape, he did the same with the feet. "Sod it thirty two minutes, I usually manage two an hour." Mike said. "Talking," I said. "Probably, will you help me push him down the trash chute to the exercise yard please?" Mike asked. There was this half height door and a chute that went down a bit and an eight foot drop to this exercise yard where about twenty pedos lay in the mud dying. "Jees!" I said as the pedo plummeted the last bit, "How the fuck do they escape?" "Pine box," Mike said, "They play dead and get sent home." "So they escape?" Al asked. "Oh yes." Mike said. "Alive?" I asked. "Oh Lord no!" Mike said, "We keep their heads as evidence, would you like to see?" I nearly threw up, but Al pipes up, "Yeah, why not!" "No!" I said, "So there the exercise yard, fifty yards square?" "Yes," Mike agreed. "And?" I asked. "A television in one corner and a shower and toilet facilities for each Pedo." he said/ "Shower?" I asked. "Portable, a member of staff will piss on them, and they can shit where ever they want." he said. "What about cells?" Al asked, "Where do they sleep?" "Oh we don't lock them up," Mike laughed, "The exercise facility is available twenty four seven." "And when it rains," I asked, "Or snows?" "They get wet or freeze to death I suppose, most die of starvation, they can't chew the batter off the chicken muck nuggets with smashed hands and no teeth and their water supply comes ...

... from the urinal in the council offices so usually after a fortnight to a month they die of starvation, but of course some get gangrene inn their smashed hands, and the whole yard is rancid with their shit and piss, " Mike said, "Is there anything else you would like to see?" "Yeah, one of these in every town in England!" Al said wistfully. "So these Nuggets?" I said. "Fried chicken shit in batter," he said, "I had this idea when I was checking out a menu Chicken McNuggets it said, get it?" "Your fucking sense of humour is worse than Al's" I told him, "But it does explain why Auditors couldn't figure why they were so cheap." "Right," Mike said. "I reckon we should make a move," I said. "But you haven't fucked Susan yet?" Mike says. "Sorry," I said, "Not my type." "Not gay are you?" Mike queried, "Only anything with a cunt and a pulse is my type." "Come to think of it," I said, "I got a bit of a horn coming on." "Her's not a bad fuck really," Al said approvingly. "Look, are you sure the government said I have to have sex with you?" she asked. "Oh no!" Mike said, "You can give the mens facility a go if you want, we call it the Pedo Farm." "I never thought of woman Pedos," I said as I unzipped and pulled me rubber on, "I wouldn't have wanted to hang you from a lamp post." "She ain't got no balls to hang her from!" Al laughed as she waddled across and I slipped her a length as she leaned against the wall. "So," Al says, "If you don't use the cells for pedos." "We let them out for ...