It's been a mess, a right bloody nightmare. Ohhh, I can hardly trascribe all that's come about since I went after Titsy's funky effing trail. He was in a state, no mistake. Searching the country, I had a colour map and a, compass with, points on it
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Oh sorry, mate. Should I have mentioned that?
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You need any help looking after him? What sort of a state is he in? Does he need any meds, anything like that? Just ask.
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The missus has been taking charge with that side of things. She sent me off to the shops this morning for some scented lotion - for the Funk's 'tender parts', and all. He's keeping 'imself positive though - never seen him lactate more (he milks a bit when e's happy) than being waited on in me bed by me wife - bleeding champion to put up with her naggin'.
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How much time have you been leaving those two alone together, Tony? Not to make...I mean...you just might want to keep an eye out, that's all.
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When I last took the train up to Leeds I caught an eyeful of that weird Funky creature being fondled up by another... um, pink-head person's tentacles. And I don't think the tentacles belonged to Mr Harrison.
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