I say olde boy, they got a busy one there in that wog they dumped off on the Yanks.What that Mau Mau boy? What's Bearick been up to now?
Fancies them Yank axe wounds.
Don't say! Buggers let them off the farm and first thing they get is them airline blondes to measure up against the real black box.
He's been measuring I say as the actress said to bishop, "Aussie kisses and baby batter".
No backs to the rear in that bunch.
Like you would know you cheeky bastard.
Bugger off and what if I was to tell you Uncle Frank got his own airline blonde and been with that batty boy's in all that benders and thrusters.
I was told it was the scruff and the child too.
Child bimbo and a bit of fluff too.
That wogs black as Newgate's knocker.
Them Yank girls are as bad as the Frogs. If Gerrie had bothered crossing the pond, their east seaboard would be all a knock up shop now little Nazi bastards.
Got her blurt filled though I say.
What Uncle Frank?
Frank, Mau Mau boy, that Yank fleet cruising Lederer's bar. Those twin hotels got her knickers down.
Bring two bob to get your back straightened down in Kenya.
How would you know that?
Same way you know those honeypots of Moscow straighten for half.
Half and bring her dog to lick your balls.
Cacker.
What the Yanks going to do with a chevy chocolate drop?
Try a thousand of them. Whole cowing nation going to be clinker reds as they are getting them all sprogged up.
Crotch rot all the way to the White House I am told.
Bull dyke pushing it and Red Square hands across the water.
Apparently a dune coon on a friar tuck. Manufactured themselves in a fur coat with no knickers.
Grockle go the little bugger on our watch.
Kenya what?
Right or Canada I heard. Put him right proper and then the old broom rigged the bugger up with Yank papers too.
Septics got papers too and will not paper their White House with no artful dodger chum.
Quid saucepan and Old Joe got it all worked. Kennedy had one's chips and now the Septics are going to have egg on one's chin.
Muck about and no more America. Pity what not.
Pity.
In 1960, a Kenyan whore could be had for two bob or two shilling, twenty four cents. Perhaps in Inspiration when this blog publishes exclusively the Two Bit Hostess of Stanley Ann Duhman you should be pondering it.
What not eh?
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