The perennial winner of the national limerick contest sent in his usual fabulous concoction and waited for the usual first place prize and cheque. After several weeks with no response he phoned the head office of Limerick Inc. to inquire about his prize. The person who answered the phone told him that he had finished second that year ergo no prize. "Impossible" he fumed "read me the winning entry." She replied that she couldn't possibly repeat some of the words in the pize-winner but would substitute "beep" for a word she couldn't bring herself to say. So.....

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Beep beep beep beep beep fuck.