Crikey! (Hey, that rhymes with Mikey - I'll make a note of that.) You sure Gaz is okay? Maybe it's 'im as needed the flannel, not Boz. Might wanna give his neck a good scrub while you're at it, seein' as he once told Spencer that's not a real tatt but a lick-and-stick transfer he got out of a Sugar Puffs box in 1987 and been avoidin' the loofah on it ever since, what with it being Barbara Windsor's spit what it's stuck on wiv. Bloomin' unhygienic if you ask me.
Gotta go. Dentist at ten-thirty. Hour-and-a half's flossing de rigeur, like what me mum says.
Oh, to be the flannel pressed to dear Mr Boorer's manly brow! And hurrah for young Mikey! You know, his versatility reminds me a little of our dear Phillipe, here. Assuming the late Brigadier Weasels' old comrades down at the Spread and Tekkit are to believed, following a surfeit of Bombay Sapphire and Pimms.
I share your concern about the normally playful Gary. Would a new-found crack cocaine habit help restore him to his aimiably naughty self? Our new post-mistress heartily recommends it. Although Phillipe's not recieved his routine food-parcel from his aunt in Guatemala for some weeks.
I'm sure you don't need me to tell you that the boy Jesse needs taking in hand. Control of the compact and exotic employee is Ivy-Conseulo's forte and not my own, but you have her email address should you require guidance on the matter.
All wrung-out,
Edna
PS: Your hearty new percussionist reminds me a little of someone....
Yes, I've heard all about you and your pursuit of Mr Boorer's brow! And other items adhered to his personage. Would it not be easier for you to rush about about Jesse? It might keep him in line, if he knew there were to be a harsh spanking with a walking stick to contend with in the event of him being naughty.
I'm not so sure about crack. Gary tends to look rather sleepy, so I would suggest some speed, perhaps, or maybe a strong cup of Lapsang Souchong. Or my favourite for prodding awake the tired: Chinese Gun Powder Tea. Never fails. Unfortunately, Gary prefers beer.
What did I tell you about Jesse?! TOTAL EVIL Specsavers, I wonder if he will give me a pair of his glasses, mine have broke! I'll be more than happy to give you something in return Jed ;-)
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maybe you have somewhat unfairly misjudged gaz?
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Gotta go. Dentist at ten-thirty. Hour-and-a half's flossing de rigeur, like what me mum says.
Cheers, mate,
Al
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See? tooth-hurty! Ho-ho-ho.
Ah, un peut du francais there, I see! Niente, old bean, niente.
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I share your concern about the normally playful Gary. Would a new-found crack cocaine habit help restore him to his aimiably naughty self? Our new post-mistress heartily recommends it. Although Phillipe's not recieved his routine food-parcel from his aunt in Guatemala for some weeks.
I'm sure you don't need me to tell you that the boy Jesse needs taking in hand. Control of the compact and exotic employee is Ivy-Conseulo's forte and not my own, but you have her email address should you require guidance on the matter.
All wrung-out,
Edna
PS: Your hearty new percussionist reminds me a little of someone....
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I'm not so sure about crack. Gary tends to look rather sleepy, so I would suggest some speed, perhaps, or maybe a strong cup of Lapsang Souchong. Or my favourite for prodding awake the tired: Chinese Gun Powder Tea. Never fails. Unfortunately, Gary prefers beer.
I've noticed that too. Unfortunately for him....
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Specsavers, I wonder if he will give me a pair of his glasses, mine have broke! I'll be more than happy to give you something in return Jed ;-)
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