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| The Story of Creation | ||||||||||||
| When he was just eight years old, Alan Titchmarsh created earth. He split the sky form the sea, and then he said "Let there be light!" and so there was. He spent the next year making the best fucking garden ever, complete with decking, a rockery and two charming water features. When Alan was pleased with what he saw, he created all creatures, great and small, so that he could present the garden to them one by one, and film their reactions. Then, he created a wobbly ginger dyke who he called "Charlie Dimmock," so that he could get her to do all his work, and make love to her in his beautiful garden. The End. |
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