The Pneumonic Adventures of SYBERBERG

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Rosalie
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One day, Syberberg was in his living room; drinking his evening tea with some Garibaldis.

Then all of a sudden; GARY RHODES burst through his living room sliding doors.

"Would you like me to cook you an omlette" asked Gary Rhodes.

"For the last time, no."

Gary Rhodes whimpered and left the premises.

"f**king Gary Rhodes", said Syberberg, and sipped his tea.
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That reminds me, I've got to extract Ainsley Harriot from the dishwasher. Again.
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So what's any of this got to do with Syberberg's lungs? :eek:


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