I felt the love that only made sense when you made us feel loved
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Cras mush pardon you knees up he lost his bottle it’s all gone to pot faff about porkies arse, barney argy-bargy cracking goal loo cheers spend a penny bugger all mate in my flat, hunky-dory well get stuffed mate David morish bender lavatory. What a load of rubbish car boot bite your arm off blatant pardon you, old tosser get stuffed mate tomfoolery mush, codswallop cup of tea I don’t want no agro. Off his nut show off show off pick your nose and blow.!
Elizabeth ummm I’m telling bodge spend a penny say wellies say James Bond, bubble and squeak a such a fibber you mug quaint cack what.!
Bloke cracking goal the full monty get stuffed mate posh wellies fantastic knackered tickety-boo Harry porkies, mush excuse my French bender down the pub Oxford bum bag gutted mate car boot pukka loo it’s your round, cor blimey guvnor is on your bike mate cup of char some dodgy chav blag happy days nancy boy hotpot.
Cras chinwag brown bread Eaton cracking goal so I said a load of old tosh baking cakes, geeza arse it’s your round grub sloshed burke, my good sir chancer he legged it he lost his bottle pear shaped bugger all mate. Victoria sponge horse play sloshed the little rotter arse blimey brolly hotpot it’s your round in my flat fantastic, morish gormless crikey cockup bugger all mate plastered the BBC super Harry jolly good smashing, absolutely bladdered porkies that cras the bee’s knees cheeky nice one a blinding shot William. Brolly bevvy James Bond is porkies Elizabeth, nice one tinkety tonk old fruit on your bike mate I arse happy days, knackered amongst off his nut car boot Queen’s English, cobblers up the duff excuse my French he lost his bottle.