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So I was out having a few social drinks and a curry in Reading tonight.
As we left the curry house there was a load of shouting coming from up the road.
We stood there waiting to see what it was, and soon enough we found out.
There was this guy...completely starkers running down the road. He was quite hairy with a beer belly and was hiding his shame by carrying a small miniature tree in a plant pot in front of his groin.
I could hear women screaming from where he ran from, and police sirens from a distance.
I hope they caught him, as Reading is quite civilized these days.
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