So there I was deep in the trenches with my canvas napsack, my tin of tobacco and the greatest fear I’d ever known. When all of a sudden out of nowhere came this shrieking sound, it was mustard gas…
Wait a minute can you put some peanut butter on my shoulder? I want the sea spray to flicker salty peanut butter on my back.
Huh? Well, okay. So anyway there I was deep in the trenches, wait a minute did you want this peanut butter on both shoulders?
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