Transplant surgery is a curious thing. Ever

Transplant surgery is a curious thing. Ever since I got that Chinese man's tongue after my regrettable karaoke accident, I have been able to speak nothing but Mandarin. Luckily,
my agent informed me that there were a good number of British tongues on the market, so I started my search. All was well until the tongueless Chinese man broke into my apartment
& stole the welsh, manx, & a cornish tongues from my collection. How did I know? I saw him break in with my security cam.Now somewhere in Cardiff was a nolonger tongueless Chinaman
Who somehow got around the airport without a word of english.
Exactly so.
And when I say "exactly", I mean ex-act-ly. Exactamundo! To the "t". On the dot. Not one iota more nor less. It's just like my Aunt Valetta used to say when she was drinking, "
I live, I love, More Olives!" and then she would slump to the floor. My Aunt Valetta had a thing for dirty Martinis, or was that Dirty Martin? her favorite bartender. Exactly, she
couldn't remember in her inebriated state, but Aunt Valetta was sure it wasn't clean. Enwrapped in her thoughts, she didn't notice the roofy making its way into her unfinished drin
drink. She was so out of it by the time the effects of the roofy kicked in, Aunt Valetta was sure to have a crazy night, which would entail her
pretty much the same she was, but a little bit more drunk than usual. Memory loss, things seem more edible than they really are..That was a sad combination for she lost her arm.

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