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I went to the pet shop and the owner said he had a talking centipede for sale.
I said โ€˜no way, centipedes don't talk.'
The owner promised me it was a talking centipede so I purchased it and took it home with me.
A little later in that evening I went up to its tank and said โ€˜alright mate, I'm just popping down the pub if you fancy a few pints?' The centipede said nothing, I scoffed and went to the pub.
The next evening I thought I'd give it another try so I went to its tank again and said โ€˜alright mate, I'm just popping down the pub if you fancy a few pints?' Still absolutely no response from the centipede, so I went on my way, cursing the pet shop owner.
The following evening I thought I would give it one more try, so I went over to its tank and asked โ€˜alright mate, I'm just popping down the pub if you fancy a few pints?'
The centipede replied โ€˜I heard you the first time I'm just putting my fucking shoes on'