I know just the thing for you
what you need is one of they wee Smithfield collies, they come from a time before tyres, so it's not in their DNA to set about them
Raucous as in disorderly
Anyway enough of this, poor Campbell isn't going to know whether to shit or wind his wrist watch al a one flew over the cuckoo's at this rate
If I caught up with the technobod that invented predictive text I'd be liable to fist the beans out of him by dint of a hardy gauntlet
Tis enough to give one the arsehole, never mind being in the huff courtesy of waking up with a dry dream
Or you could happen upon a backwater haystacks who lures you in under seemingly grateful tea and fruitcake new best friend forevers
and cornholes you into a coma heavy handed reacharound lotion on skin hosepipe ordeal