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