JUST ADD 3 WORDS
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How about at the top of each page we recap where the story\'s been? i went to sleep for a little measley 6 hours and woke up to find 4 extra pages! 
OK, here we go.
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 Of his existence.\"
Marsupials though were a pouch to hide the sharks, scratchy mothers, that have figgin\' lasers in their figgin\' heads. However, contrary to popular belief, they had great belief that women cooked and cleaned, and gave sex... but they were so terriably wrong. Astray thoughts of men with little thongs and went parading around the kitchen singing, \"I run away and pad my posts unlike others who wear padded codpieces!\"
Klute\'s demon has a friendly voice, but an unfriendly and weirdly coloured weevil. Where for art thou weevil?
\"F*ck right off,\" the child implored and screamed loudly. [While] The shopkeeper yawned and danced gaily around the bonfire, lit with farts, celebrating Independance Day by lighting all the nuclear warheads. Which [then] caused mutation for [all of] the cockroaches who drank vodka at 5 PM the night before, on Christmas Eve. Before killing Santa with an axe, they cut some elfs into pieces, the poor elves. Gay liitle bastitches playfully finger themselves causing sexual stimulation in lesbian halflings, who in turn ate chocolate peanuts with Marmilaid fingers and kaleidoscope eyes. [So] With scalpels in chocolate filled bunnies, for fat Brummies beating their wives with outdated pies, and ex girlfriends, of which can only be said, \"Don\'t eat sprouts or yellow snow, because it tastes bitter and foul, except on Thursdays.\" But the North
Oh and i didn\'t try to spellcheck or anything, just make it 1/2 way readable.
OK, here we go.
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 Of his existence.\"
Marsupials though were a pouch to hide the sharks, scratchy mothers, that have figgin\' lasers in their figgin\' heads. However, contrary to popular belief, they had great belief that women cooked and cleaned, and gave sex... but they were so terriably wrong. Astray thoughts of men with little thongs and went parading around the kitchen singing, \"I run away and pad my posts unlike others who wear padded codpieces!\"
Klute\'s demon has a friendly voice, but an unfriendly and weirdly coloured weevil. Where for art thou weevil?
\"F*ck right off,\" the child implored and screamed loudly. [While] The shopkeeper yawned and danced gaily around the bonfire, lit with farts, celebrating Independance Day by lighting all the nuclear warheads. Which [then] caused mutation for [all of] the cockroaches who drank vodka at 5 PM the night before, on Christmas Eve. Before killing Santa with an axe, they cut some elfs into pieces, the poor elves. Gay liitle bastitches playfully finger themselves causing sexual stimulation in lesbian halflings, who in turn ate chocolate peanuts with Marmilaid fingers and kaleidoscope eyes. [So] With scalpels in chocolate filled bunnies, for fat Brummies beating their wives with outdated pies, and ex girlfriends, of which can only be said, \"Don\'t eat sprouts or yellow snow, because it tastes bitter and foul, except on Thursdays.\" But the North
Oh and i didn\'t try to spellcheck or anything, just make it 1/2 way readable.
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