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Wrigglesworth a fan of planking

Clearly he had seen and heard of the latest craze of planking – and Wrigglesworth decided to surreptitiously plank with Uncle after dinner.

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Allan Hopkins says:

June 1, 2011 at 5:43 am

All young fellows need an uncle to introduce them to activities their mum would frown at!!

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- mrwrigglesworth says:
  
  June 1, 2011 at 9:12 am
  
  Indeed! and by the looks of things he may just have one! Gosh, planking at his age, whatever next!
  
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