Oi, no need to threaten GBH, la. I'm a lover, no a fighter. I thought you two was just a cup of tea and a blowthrough. My mistake. But it'll be over in a tick, luv. And when it does, Kingsley will be there waiting for her with a sympathetic shoulder, if ye know what I mean.
Is that Lily bird still free then? Maybe she's into what the ol' King is selling.
Am I now? Well, Miss Bossie Britches, I think you're just a bit fed-up that I'm not showering my attentions on you.
But we can fix that. C'mon then, aren't ya bored wi' old Gildy yet? He's a right little ta-ta, that one, bit of a divvy, eh? You need a proper gent, right? Dear Kingsley is the man for you, luv.
Oi now, 'Faldy, you're getting all hysterical like. I ain't interfering with ya, just pullin' ya a bit. All in good fun, right?
I wouldn't want you to send that nance bloke o' yours after me. He might do me up, eh? Less I can get out a good Floribunda charm before he can turn me into a jam butty.
But if he did turn me into a jam butty, you could eat me. Wouldn't that be a laugh? Gettin' yer nosh on with the King. Yeah.
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hands off her, you. Or you shall face the James of doom.
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Is that Lily bird still free then? Maybe she's into what the ol' King is selling.
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But we can fix that. C'mon then, aren't ya bored wi' old Gildy yet? He's a right little ta-ta, that one, bit of a divvy, eh? You need a proper gent, right? Dear Kingsley is the man for you, luv.
You, me, Astronomy Tower in ten.
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I wouldn't want you to send that nance bloke o' yours after me. He might do me up, eh? Less I can get out a good Floribunda charm before he can turn me into a jam butty.
But if he did turn me into a jam butty, you could eat me. Wouldn't that be a laugh? Gettin' yer nosh on with the King. Yeah.
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