spot on tsteve, exercise, plenty of it, I can eat a spud more than a pig, and still retain my youthfull figure, theres more meat on ted lune than me, and hes long gone
what a coincidence, only last night me n my lady was talking about this, as I supped on my cocoa afore I went to bed, born 1944 and was weaned on it, thick slices of decent bread, larraped in dripping, eh, did me no harm,
came home with this, just the one, im not short of bunnies in my feeezer. but a good bolt by the ferret, and catch for my bitch, with the pup looking on
cant boot mine up the balls, cos its a bitch, they all do it, ive not long been in and the pup was plastered in the stuff, it dunna bother me, on way home window rolled up im my motor, heating on, the stench draws the shirt up my back
isn't life full of doom n gloom eh, you put the news on tele, nowt but wars n murders, terrorism, and now we face the aniolation of the humble bunny, what a miserable existence ive a good mind to top missen, but not till ive seen owd Gladys first, help the aged that's me