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 | f#*k me Jol, we only came here to bury my solstice coat, not to get f#*king married you cled. Nameen. | |
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| f#*k you Ollie you f#*ker, I told you I wanted to get married this weekend. | |
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| f#*king christ, now I will have to drive 10,000 miles this weekend to find a ring and book VIP tickets for Jaks from this bewlar. | |
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| Good boy, now hurry up I want a Bow, I've only had 10 cans this morning. Can you make sure we dont argue tonight though Ollie. | |
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| YEAAHHHH LIIIKKKEE, ok if you dont talk to anyone you have shagged, we wont argue. OK. Nameen. f#*king tethwyn. | |
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| #&@!. I am only allowed to talk to mabbet tonight then, I bet i can get a ride and drive on the sly when hes not watching. Gullible twat. | |
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