Two old boys on the bus home:
‘Ooh dear me. Bad news, bad news.’
‘What’s that?’
‘Posh Spice has got spots. Ooh dear.’
‘Spotty Spice. Why’s she got spots then?’
‘Well, she’s got to get in news somehow. Ooh, terrible, tsk, spots.’
‘You know what that is? No proper food.’
‘Terrible.’
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3 comments:
More like no food...
She's not having any of my chocolate, and that's that.
Captured moments. I love it. Here's one of my own, from 20+ years ago:
Crossing NYC's Fifth Avenue, I hear one teenage boy say to another in a thick New Yawk accent:
"Yo, let's go spit on the fuckin furs at Gucci's.'
"Yeah."
That was it.
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