[nodge] Oh I’d so love talking to myself. Let’s all strip naked and wash our socks in the fountain of love with two pit ponies and a scrappy cow next to telling the neighbors what a bastard your aunt Judy was. I was only saying to old Mrs thugbottom last week, that we really should stop paying purchase tax on mangles, and she said that mangles were out of fashion in 1966. I said, that recently, oh well lets go have a shag at the beach and a few swing songs afterwards, my old tart you!
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