Miss Babs:
You can't say "gypsy" anymore Mrs O, it's very politically incorrect!
Mr. Clifford:
I'll handle this. I have a scrotum.
Bo Beaumont:
Get a whiff of that. Nothing more irresistable than the smell of a mature woman's macaroon.
Bo Beaumont:
And for only £2 more, I got some multi-vitamin-and-truth-drug capsules, and a lemon-and-lime reusable gusset freshener.
Donna:
I'm used to the high-life! These tights cost £9!
Donna:
You never mind Noel. That shirt-lifter.
Miss Babs:
Mrs Overall can't have gotten far. That's one of the blessings of osteoporosis.
Bo Beaumont:
Next thing, she's off to Bermuda with a suitcase full of provocative skanties! If she'd stuck to a lattice jam tartlet and a Vimto, all this could've been avoided!
Bo Beaumont:
It was wartime! There was a rubber shortage. We tried painting condoms on with gravy browning, but they wasn't 100% effective.
Donna:
Piles, though your arse is aching...复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
