These trampled roses, right? They look similar to my lumpy bumpy forehead, okay? Dr. Karloffitoff, my lobotomy surgeon..He warned me not appear before the watershed, as my new head scar could frighten Falklands Veterans, but Charlie told me to act as normal, okay? Our Bet…she said just say you walked off Beachy Head and hit every rock on the way down. But I said no…okay..I WILL say I walked through some closed patio doors on the top floor of my bungalow, which caused my ears to swop places with my eyes, okay. Just as I was on my way for an audition for New Faces, okay? And now I have one, right? You must insure my face, okay? With a £500 excess fat injection clause, right?
Wonderful to see you back from Romania, after your release from Dracula’s wardrobe.
Hoolio is saying something in my ear, which is now situated just below my testicles. Multi-buy these butt fattener kits for no other reason other than you should just buy them, okay?