Mah ‘trijn needed ter ‘ave a lickle cuollity ahtside time yeah, bein’ traumertised by da vet sayin’ she put on a whole pahnd since last July.
4.45kg he said; neva, mah K’trijn said, an’ perceeded ter fluff up ‘er mane in an effor’ ter intermidate da quack. ‘e jus’ grabbed a needle an’ perceeded ter stick i’ in ‘er bum like, Myxermertoses, mah arse.
Anyroad, seein’ as it wos a a plesen’ enuff afternoon yes’erday we wen’ an’ played in da ole country manshiun fer a bi’.
Ye’d fink da paps were cleva enuff no’ ter risk dem ole brass monkey biz, bu’ nah, no amahnt of ‘idin’ in da tent kep’ ’em aht!
Time ter renew da ole frienship wif ahr ma’e Max Clifford, wefinks. Ah ‘ave no sta’emen’ ter make on da allegashiuns dat mah K’trijn ‘as speedin’ poin’s on ‘er licence belongin’ ter a certain energy minista. Off wif ya, pap!
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