Dear Melvyn, Don, Sexy Plum AquaMarina & Mystery Man In The Air Vent
Vouz may well ask "If the inertia of a volume of gas with a saturation vapour density of "quite a lot" mimics the latent heat capacity of that churlish drunkard in the front row of the Catherine Jenkins concert, then how can I be expected to get a tan like Posh's with that 75p bottle of Lurcher's Juice they sell in Wilkinsons?" - it's so confusing - especially when you've been born in the air-vent of a multiplex cinema named "#Voidal-77". I was avoided once, but I don't use it as a weapon to greet the festival of BAH!!! Tug it!
This is you now, "Ghonjdi - The Feline Dowser" and playfully ogling the bit-of-botty tastefully peek-a-boo-ing at you from the shower page of the current Argos catalogue, I. Reptile. Full stop...dot dash Inspector Morse code dot com. Tug it!
And yet, gentle earth-differencer, look around you, are you sure those polecats are not talking about you? Well are you?? RU??? Tug it!
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