I woke up this morning and my beds like a butcher's slab. You're most kind, I was in a war. You put yourself in my fist, Justin. Talking about the marriage. Conducting the marriage ceremony.
Somebody has to stay in control.
Get these bastards of my back. We won't work on Thursdays, we're ill on Thursdays. Here's the question then, you stupid twat. Excude me, have anybody got any bottle orange jooo.