Well done, laddie!
Dude,
finally. These f*****’
potatoes aren't going to peel
themselves. Kick off your shoes, stay
awhile, stay
awake—any
pointers? asking for a friend—and
get over here, and listen to
Yourself, starting to be telling me to tell
Me some fucking
stories. Stories about... oh, I don't
know, how about: let's start with:
cabbages, and
Kings, and
cabbages & kings (my favorite
kind flavour of cabbage
+51), and
cabbage hoses—at this point, my
82nd favorite kind of
cabbage, and
s***. You know? Real s***,
mang.
I don't have to sit on your knee. We're f******
past that, m***********— *click*
