|So, until they change that, wild horses wouldn't drag me into their store.|
|They demand sick people work and then they go all out to make it difficult for them. What a cow.|
|I wonder what the land reforms will cost them in |
|All about class, connections, who's who, London|
Society, and Old School Ties.
|And this is all about common sense.|
|They say there's nothing to worry about...|
|...but it doesn't seem like that to me...|
|and there is the small detail of it costing money we don't have...|
|How embarrassing. No one cared Jack. |
Yawn. The FM that will go down in history for
wearing a skirt in New York.
|No, I hadn't but, if you want to swing by for drinks on Saturday evening, |
Munguin will be happy to get to know you.
|Are you not a bit old for this job?|
But wait, I hear B&M are looking for folk...
|Well, you should have...|
|So Alistair is good, is he?|
Not what I heard.
|Never saw that one coming, did you Mr Smarty Pants.|
|Nor, I suspect this one.|
|Was that when you were pulling your pants down...or up, Paddy?|
I wish I'd thought of that, says Jim.
|In bleach... no wait, H2SO4|
|Bang on, son.|
|Well, what do you know?|
|Including the unlovely Viscount Aston and his uppity daughter.|