What ho Squiffy. Top-hole, and all that. Bally Jerry, pranged his kite right in the how’s your father. Hairy blighter, dicky-birdied, feathered back on his Sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harper’s and caught his can in the Bertie.
Bunch of monkeys on the ceiling, sir! Grab your egg and fours and let’s get the bacon delivered.
You know…bally ten-penny ones dropping in the custard. Charlie Choppers chucking a handful, old chap.
Sausage squad up the blue end and cabbage crates coming over the briny.
It must be crazy. But you’ve got a house, old boffer and the daredevil’s coming in on turnip’s fast popper with tail all hot and zagging.
It’s definitely worth it. Think about all the great gatsby and sugar batters you’ll have.