In between running up and down the spokes of some 12 year old's bike in 1983, spokeydokey can be found trawling the fishmarkets for fresh octopus to control his desperate, fiendish urges that have made him a marked man amongst the fishing communities of at least 4 western european countries.
if you see him on the streets of syders, run, don't walk, to the nearest cinema and hide in the darkness until you are certain he has left the area, lest his foul, fishy stench become one with your pores.
Posted: October 22nd, 2005
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