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No need to wear ya Sunday best
when ya come to the house of cod Cos here we worship fish'n'chips not the Lord almighty, God. The fryer ain't a balding man in sandals and a cassock he's a specialist with boiling oil cooking cod 'n' plaice and haddock. Whilst the sisters peeling spuds for chips ain't or never will be nuns, they'd flash their b***s for a lager top and for a vodka bare their buns. And me, my name is Harry Priest I'm not a religious man, but I feed the masses like J C but from my shop or mobile van. © 2020 GeeReviews
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20 Reviews Added on August 26, 2018 Last Updated on January 24, 2020 Tags: Fish chips fryer sister priest G AuthorGeeMilton keynes, United KingdomAboutDevoted family man and lover of life. Simply written, easily understood "stuff" for those without code breaking skills. You will NEVER need Google to understand me:) more..Writing
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