Urgh! This will have to be a quickie! I've got an important, erm, appointment to attend. Must have been those council chips I scoffed half way through the afternoon. I'm sure it's nothing to do with the ten pints of fine ale I quaffed.
Talk amongst yourselves for a bit. Must dash!
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My thoughts and prayers are with the cleaner of Eastcliff mansions.
carpe rectum
Self inflicted wounds, dear chap. No sympathy I'm afraid from us '20 minuters' who have rectums of steel.
I could drink beer 'til the cows come home....
And they usually do.
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