"Sure are c'mon here florri and settle yer self down, fuck iv a cuppa tay on the go with a lemon drizzle cake" "ahh fuck me pink janice you'd swear the dribble guna swayy aff ye" "ack now florri do ye dont know i love me drizzle cakes now. fuck look at us talking here like a pair of awl nuts when corri is bout to come on" "ahhh ye stoel the words out me mout ye dorty bitch ill go get the bicky tin"
*Half way into the show*
"Here did ye hear about thon cub up the road ther" "naww what happend?" "his mammy was tellin our mary the other day ther he'd crashed es cccchar into a hedge-bush" "ack fuck thts terrible, her only having te wein nall now this....ack god help er..must pop round with a coupla bickies cheer er up"
*End of soap*
"ahh well ill love ye n leave ye sure, ronny will be looking his tea ready for em" "ahh aye tats alright ill see ye round sure bout asda's or sumfin" "ack fuck ayee ill be in buying the com-doms ronny is gettin a while appetite for my minge lately" "ack fuck sure if only our david was as good"
They both laugh and part ways
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