Why must the Monkey subject poor Timmy to the horrors of his variegated fluids? The gods themselves, they do not know.
“Hydrangea”“’idranja”“No, no, dear boy, hhhhydrangea”“’idraaanjjaa”“Look this is no good, you’ll never get into the Grattan catalogue at this rate”“Shat it yoo slag. ‘oos got the bleedin’ shooter. Nar facking git on wiv it or you’ll not be pointin’ aimlessly in eny more poncy fotos.”“Ok, ok. Lets try Hollyhocks.”“’ollyocks”“Good fucking grief”
I hope you know how to use that thing Ginger--if the wind changes and those fucking dole bludgers get a wiff of our cannabis plantation we'll be forced to significantly reduce the national job seeker statistics.
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“Hydrangea”
“’idranja”
“No, no, dear boy, hhhhydrangea”
“’idraaanjjaa”
“Look this is no good, you’ll never get into the Grattan catalogue at this rate”
“Shat it yoo slag. ‘oos got the bleedin’ shooter. Nar facking git on wiv it or you’ll not be pointin’ aimlessly in eny more poncy fotos.”
“Ok, ok. Lets try Hollyhocks.”
“’ollyocks”
“Good fucking grief”
I hope you know how to use that thing Ginger--if the wind changes and those fucking dole bludgers get a wiff of our cannabis plantation we'll be forced to significantly reduce the national job seeker statistics.
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