I Am Exhausted By Trying

Jas, You Are Three Hundred Miles Away. You Would Have To Have Nunga-nungas The Size Of France For Jock To Be Able To Rest His Hand On Them.

Rosie Get Off Your Desk, And Please Put Your Beard Away.

Cor, Love A Duck. And Also Lawks-a-mercy. I Said That Inwardly, But Outwardly I Said, "blimey, And Also, What Larks.

The Fly In Her Argument Is That When She Says, 'they' Will Feel Like Lemons, We Don't Know Who 'they' Are. And 'they' Might Be Lemons.

He Said, "hi, Gorgeous," Which I Think Is Nice. I Admire Honesty.