One hot fucking summer's day a Fox was strolling through an orchard till he came to a bunch of Grapes just ripening on a vine which had been trained over a lofty branch. " Just the thing to quench my fucking thrist, " quote he. Drawing back a few paces, he took a run and a jump, and just missed the bunch. " Fuck! " he murmured. Turning round again with a One, Two, Three, he jumped up, but with no greater success. " MOTHER FUCKING GRAPES! " barked the Fox. Again and agian he tried after tempting morsel, but as last had to give it up, and walked away with his nose in the air, saying " I am sure they are sour like cunts."
*It is easy to despise what you cannot get.
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