It's fine Pingu. Whilst they're in here making the place smell we're evicting them and their flat screen tvs and DFS sofas from their south london flats Soon everywhere will be good for jogging and eating out
Pingu, I'd tell you, but I'm in the middle of being attended to by ten people on zeros hours contracts; two for my pedicure, two for my manicure, one for my back and shouler rub, three for my ego massage, and two for my gentrifying updo.
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