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After much guessing, the girl finally remembered.
"Tool!" she exclaimed.
The siren was puzzled. "You're name is tool?" she asked.
"No, mum," she replied "Me name. It rhymes with a word that is suggestive of a word that is suggestive of a part of the male anatomy, not directly as I thought."
"So what is your name," asked the siren.
"Cratchet, Bob Cratchet," replied the girl.
Last edited by jlanez; 04-28-2008 at 06:29 PM..
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