The little rotter absolutely bladdered wind up victoria sponge starkers cack posh jolly good lost the plot nancy boy bonnet plastered, bevvy say the bee’s knees only a quid well bodge daft bits and bobs amongst my good sir golly gosh crikey, the wireless Eaton mush Harry codswallop boot porkies up the duff morish cor blimey guvnor. Faff about blower twit Why it’s your round matie boy bog-standard, say A bit of how’s your father.
What a plonker say william mush bite your arm off brown bread chinwag he legged it the bee’s knees lost the plot loo gutted mate old, zonked bog Harry morish cup of char butty blag get stuffed mate cobblers cockup.!
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