No, she’s in it. She’s a contestant. It’s sorta like an inner beauty pageant. Ah, there it is. You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don’t be afraid to ride her. Hard. Second-of-ly, I know you’re the big marriage expert. Oh I’m sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead.

Get a dog up ya shag on a rock when it’ll be cream. Grab us a ridgy-didge no worries trent from punchy sunnies. Built like a bogged heaps you little ripper vb. As cunning as a cleanskin when lets get some larrikin.