are the bane
To recap;
There once was a very spotty Dartboard, who lived on the wall. It never knew that it had a mouth. It spent its time getting hurt by Big Dick\'s Inn because when it started playing with its HUGE banjo it imploded awkwardly, leaving a sticky mess on [her] bossom. Right below the mantel of the old brick building there lived a boy, long ago called Jim Bowen, holding his Bullseye with Bully\'s help. He licked his girlfriend\'s knee and said, \"Urgh!..... tastes like chicken... or maybe haddock!\" A sob escaped her duct-taped lips, through the floor, and into the giant pink mushroom of eternal stench. The mushroom thought, \"oh bugger this, and, not again... A WA thread! [And] Very thinly disguised.\" \"What is WA,\" asked little Polly, hoping to hear his sultry reply. But no, she just pouted and farted a tune; something by bach, in c minor [of course], and kissed the naked chef on his big choppa. But he said, \"I like pie - the hairy variety.\" She smiled and said, \"EAT OUT of the bowl you filthy pervert. It\'s juicy enough to moisten your wonderful red lips for that big concern of the Dartboard, who lived -but hated his bright orange cumberbun- for orange buns are the bane...