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- Mark:
- Tell you what though.
- Lard:
- What?
- Mark:
- That bogus, pilot, bygamist, Sock Shop, who's been sticking it to her
with the big glasses...
- Lard:
- What, you?
- Mark:
- Jowwwww,no, I'm a bygamist who works at Sock Shop part time
but my glasses are quite small
- Lard:
- Oh aye I forgot.
- Mark:
- And anyway I was never a bogus pilot, I only ever made it to a bogus first officer.
- Lard:
- So you did, you thick get, so who you on about then?
- Mark:
- Thin Dennis.
- Lard:
- The bogus, bygamist Sock, who's been sticking it to big glasses...
- Mark:
- Her with the taut neck muscles and deceased husband of
foreign extraction?
- Lard:
- That's her.
- Mark:
- Well he's been saying that he wants to carress our respected rocks...
- Lard:
- Well I hope he comes round here again no more cause I'm bang up for it.
- Mark:
- Me to, I'm gagging for it, let's get the sound effect on and get stuck in.
Ding Dong
- Mark:
- Who's this as if I didn't know?
- Lard:
- Why who is it?
- Mark:
- I don't know, but it's probably a social stereotype wholly at odds with this
earthly northern class setting.
Squeeky Door
- Mark:
- Well blimey look what that cat sat in, it's shoppist, bogus,
mist, pilot thin Dennis.
- Dennis:
- Alright lads, any potential wife skirt action up for grabs?
- Lard:
- No, but what's that navvy drunkard saying that you want to carrress our respected
rocks?
- Dennis:
- Not half, let's cut the pleasantries and down to some nitty and
perhaps later some gritty.
- Mark:
- But look isn't that a potentially dangerous 747?
- Lard:
- Yes, and it looks like it's heading this way...
- Dennis:
- Never mind that drop your trolleys.
- Mark:
- Hang on a minute thinno, if your the bogus pilot, who's manning the till at
Sock Shop?
- Lard:
- And who's that flying the bogus plane that's heading this way and
looks like it's going to crash into us before we've had our oats.
- Mark & Lard:
- Gasp!!!
Shite drums...plane crash...to be continued...
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