Phrases bouncing around my bonce from their incessant delivery by our beer swilling, toothless and girl gifting, fishing captain: “Hey you. Call de fis”, “Tek it an run.”, “Don’t want small an cleva fis, want him big an hungry.”
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Now I know you kids like to tease people about their haircuts. But you have to be original. Best insults appearing soon to herald my new barnet: Terence Trent D’Arby The British Bulldog Bo Derek in Ten Sean Michaels (from certain angles) …
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In the Gambia, aka the Ganjier, it is not wise to leave one’s travelling partner unattended for too long. Invariably on one’s return, said partner is spread-eagled unconscious, or surrounded by bumsters, but fortunately, never both at the same time. Yet. It would be a simpler matter to motivate a junkie quadraplegic to become a
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