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Wednesday, March 23, 2005


Oi! You finkin' of finishin' that?
Ello ello, luvs. Quite the evening, innit?

Glad you find the lil snaps of me drumsticks and me 'air as nicely as you do. One of lasses said I was 'andsome. I'm flattered but I'd 'ave to disagree. Can't be all willy nilly 'bout nofin' you don't right know yet, eh?

Woke up 'alf past tea time n' went for a lil stroll 'round the neighbour'ood. Met one of me mates in the ol' corner shop. "Fancy a fizzy drink n' crisps?" he says. "I've givin' up the soda" I told 'im, "I do fancy a bag of chocky hob knobs if you got any."

We stood 'round enjoyin' the day while he told me 'bout 'is luv 'n how she made 'im som tea innis bloody moto'elmet with ice cold water n' yesterday's teabag. Dowdy ol' drat she is but who could blame the lil molly coddle? Somtimes the bloke would make 'er nearly catch a death with 'is buggery. Slippery like an owl, that one is.

I was supposed to giv the ol' bloomin' flat a good tidyin' but I just felt like fannyin' 'bout. Can't 'ave a knees-up wivout a joanna. Wasn't in me splendid cleanin' mood in any case. The state of me kitchen isn't what I'd like to imagin'. The revoltin' state makes it seems like the buggers at 'ome were aimin' for the floor.
Thought to meself, "What in the devil's suitcase are these noogage filters finkin'?" Right lil scumbags, they are.

Findin' it quite difficult to find me right saucy biscuit in this ol' fruit flavoured wad in a tub of cottage cheese. Like a fat cat spinnin' away at a web with 'is slimy tentacles. Before I know it, I could be salutin' a very differ'nt kettle of fish. Sometimes cert'nly I can tell what's not a good rogering or bit of rumpy. Don't giv an Aylsebury duck, eh? Never thought you'd throw out a bloody 'ell.

Can't wait another ruddy minute to see me luv, Pixters. Right after tidyin' today, I should 'ope to be on me way to giv the lil sweetie a visit. If I don't, might wallace on me rug or somfin'.

Well I 'ope to 'ave a nice bowler wiv som of me bandmates soon. Got ourselves a slammin' gig comin' next week. Practice, 'e says. Just what I was finkin'.

I raise me rosy at ye, right. 'Av a luvly day.

Cheers.

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