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#9
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- Mark:
- Tell you what though.
- Lard:
- What?
- Mark:
- That mad navid wheelchair drunkard better not show his face
around here no more again.
- Lard:
- What fat Dennis, four puddings, duthingy wheelchair?
- Mark:
- Jowwwww,joowwwwe, no, fat Ronnie MacDonney
- Lard:
- Oh that fat bloke in a wheelchair
- Mark:
- He's not that fat for a fat navvy.
- Lard:
- Some of them are really fat aren't they?
- Mark:
- Yes.
- Lard:
- What about him?
- Mark:
- Who?
- Lard:
- Fat navvy.
- Mark:
- Who, fat Dennis, oh Ronnie MacDonney, well he better not show his
face around here no more again.
- Lard:
- Why's that then?
- Mark:
- Cause according to evil Ballcock, crotchless, womaniser, knicker, baron factory
boss, he's been tweaking our respected wives knockers...
- Lard:
- Oh aye, I forgot
Ding Dong
- Mark:
- Who's that playing in their own doorbell sound effects
at this time of the schedule?
Squeeky Door
- Mark:
- Blimey look what that cat isn't.
- Lard:
- Why, who is that cat?
- Mark:
- It's mad wheelchair drunkard Ronnie MacDonney
- Lard:
- I'm surprised you've shown your face round here again no more.
- Ronnie:
- Why's that then, so it is?
- Mark:
- Mike Ballcock, well according to him you've been tweaking our sugestive wives
knockers.
- Ronnie:
- Noooooo, what I actually said was 'cause I had a MOT cancellation
at the arches, I took your digestive wives cars in and was greasing the shockers, so it is.
- Mark:
- Cheers, how much is that then?
- Ronnie:
- Twenty quid should cover it, so it is.
- Lard:
- How much is mine then?
- Ronnie:
- Twenty quid should cover it, so it is.
- Mark:
- So how much is it altogether?
- Ronnie:
- Call it twenty quid should cover it, tell you what though, so it is.
- Mark & Lard:
- What?
- Ronnie:
- Do you know that bogus bygmist pilot of Sock Shop who's sticking it
to her with the big glasses, so it is?
- Mark & Lard:
- What fat Dennis?
- Ronnie:
- No, thin Dennis, so it is.
- Mark & Lard:
- Oh aye...
- Ronnie:
- Well, he says that he wants to caress your respected rocks...
- Mark & Lard:
- Gasp!!!
- Ronnie:
- So it is.
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