Practising plats

thinking of leaving it myself.
poorly kids here.
Don't worry about those kids, they'll be fine, come down here and look after poor old Andy, I feel like I'm dying. Cold or mild flu, I don't know? Eyes stuck together in the mornings, coughing up crap and muscles aching like hell. Take me out for a Guinness matey. Please!
 
you've blackmailed that blonde girl off the internet into meeting, haven’t you?

Nearly there. Bam. Bam. Bam ba lam.
Practising plats
 
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