cosmic rapture: names of punnish mince

George loved to gorge himself on fatty foods and wanted Toulouse some weight. So he entered a competition with first prize a year’s Jim membership.

When he received his Bill, he was shocked to see how much was Owen. As the prizewinner, he hadn't expected to pay any fees.

“Sophie’s are definitely payable?” George asked the Jim manager, Sophie.

“Of course fees are payable!" said Sophie, "Let me make it perfectly Claire, if you don’t pay up, we’ll Sue.”

“I could reduce my hours,” said George pensively, “But then my fitness routine would just Peter out.”

“We’re not asking you to Neil before us,” replied Sophie, “just to pay what’s Owen.”

“Let me be completely Frank,” said George Earnestly, “The health and safety standards in this place are apPauling. For instance, that man over there is feeling Gideon the treadmill, and no one's around to help. And the lack of privacy,” George pointed to a woman with a large sketch pad. “What's Anne drawing? I didn’t join this Jim to Bea Ann artist’s model.”

Anne closed her sketch pad. Sophie glared at George.

"What? I just want to see what Andrew," said George sheepishly. "and now 'scuse me, I gotta go to the Lou”.

Sophie Luked at him blankly.

"the Lou... you know, ah... the toilet, the John, the Jakes," said George, leaving the room.

To Jack off no doubt, was Sophie's parting thought.

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