what about if, right, say you had just done a whistle of a tune out of an advert whilst

you were walking past the vacuum cleaner parts stall on the market when a glistening Amy waddled up like some sort of stinking, heaving, feotid blob and nicked a hose for a DC07 from right under 'the bloke's' nose? Would you cartwheel fast right across the market to Guildhall Hill like a spastic pranny or punch her dress so some squelch came out?

huh?

Posted By: malkybarkid, May 21, 13:36:05