Sitting quietly on the yellow bench near a child. Reflecting.
Taking their ballpond out - in public - so it can be sent to some dear little African children.
Leading the Macarena - in public.
What happened was the girls went out, got drunk on alcopops, munched on some ketamine and did indeed end up in a skip - asleep, rather than murdered.
It took me and Ginger six hours to find the fuckers, poking around in every skip and ditch between here and the Royal oak whilst Cheryl rung every private hospital in the area to see if theyd been run over or murdered.
Girls arent worth the bother, your much better off with boys. Little Marsh is rarely any trouble. Ronnie and Reggie are bastards. There not allowed to wear catsuits for a month, no Liberty X shows, ball ponds off to Africans, theyve both been on the yellow bench, they had to do the Macarena in front of dozens of kids and theyre not allowed any sweets for three months.
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