Caller. |
So we puli up outside her house and then she says she's goi no brass. She's skini like. So 1 says, whai ihefuckyou gonna do abouifare? Vm łasi whiie iaxi dńver as ii is; Vm noi a bleeding chańiy, am l? |
John Shark |
You're a dying breed. |
Caller: |
Aye. So whai does she do? She spreads 'em ńghi wide, one on each ojseais, and gives me a ńghi eyejul ojmeaipie. Then she says, iake ii oni ojhere. Couldn'ijucking believe ii. |
John Shark: |
Sieady on, Don. So whai didyou do? |
Caller: |
Whai you ihink I bloody did? 1 whipped ii oui and give her one, didn'i l? Righi ihere in back oj cab. Good one and all. Bęsi she d had in a whiie, she reckoned. |
John Shark |
Women, eh? Can'i live wiih ihem,, can'i kill 'em. 'Cepi round Chapeliown. |