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Saturday, 25 September 2010

Down't Pit


They were downt pit and somebody farted.
- Poo! You dirty cunt. I love you.
- What’s in your sarnies?
- Fish paste. What’s in yours?
- Cerry.
- Cerry?
- Cerry.
- BWEEAARKK! By ‘eck, that were a rich burp!
- Bob broke his elbow off int big machine last neet. Did you see it?
- What, with my no-eyes? Don’t make me laugh.
- Poo, you proper dirty cunt. 
- Ha, ha, ha, haa.