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the son of a gay vicar with a short stick up his backside hoping a 20 inch black fella called dexter will pull it out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Of course he gets this kind of language from our eldest, Cyril. Or Cy as he likes to be called nowadays. Well, my dearest, talking like a pimply teenager does not make you a pimply teenager. Best he'll get is a pimply backside from sitting at that computer all day long.
He's still down that bleedin shed you know.
Well I might get that nice man from Purley Lock & Safe to come round and change the locks if he doesn't buck his ideas up a bit.
Of course he gets this kind of language from our eldest, Cyril. Or Cy as he likes to be called nowadays. Well, my dearest, talking like a pimply teenager does not make you a pimply teenager. Best he'll get is a pimply backside from sitting at that computer all day long.
He's still down that bleedin shed you know.
Well I might get that nice man from Purley Lock & Safe to come round and change the locks if he doesn't buck his ideas up a bit.
Thirty five years we've been married. Thirty five. Seems like a lifetime. Well I suppose it's half a lifetime.
He was such a lovely man when we got together. He was handsome then. He had hair too, and a nice little job in Clarks. Things have changed. Oh my how things have changed.
Of course he had his little foibles back then. Flatulence. Used to pick his nose a lot too as I remember and flick it into the fireplace. Course I never thought anything of it, but I should have seen the signs.
Thirty five years we've been married. Thirty five. Seems like a lifetime. Well I suppose it's half a lifetime.
He was such a lovely man when we got together. He was handsome then. He had hair too, and a nice little job in Clarks. Things have changed. Oh my how things have changed.
Of course he had his little foibles back then. Flatulence. Used to pick his nose a lot too as I remember and flick it into the fireplace. Course I never thought anything of it, but I should have seen the signs.
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