One day a man called Bob went out for his run, that he did everyday. [Constapated frog releaves itself with all the satisfaction of a tin of dried fruit becoming leader of centeral Asia.] Bob went down his street and out onto the high street. [OYSTERS] He went across the high street and into another street, that would take him round the high street and back to his street. [squirel becomes scared shitless of ducks.] When Bob got back to his house after his run, he pored himself a glass of prune juice. [Why do long chickens like to eat wrong in the head cows?] Later that day Bob went out to his local ping pong club. Which he was champion at. [Growling horse dicided to stop when a cloud of rain pissed itself.] Bob won the tournament that he played that day at his ping pong club. [small grape with bulbous stork speaks Latin.] Bob went to sleep that night a happy man and had some more dreams.