Way.... Am late arent I... Its me Mams fault, she bin ranting an ravin all day... Then she took hersen off ter feed ferals an then called in at Meadowhall fer a bit o therapy....... But then she dint find what she wer looking for an come back in a worse mood than she went owt in..... Its ok tho cos shes havin some medson naw. Ive been practising ter be a bin man agean terday..... Gor in bother a few times fer emptying rubbish owt.... Bur she really fooled me toneet....I heard her crackling a wrapper, I jumped up.. Ran like wind.... Gotta be chocolate I fowt... Nowt crackles like a choccy wrapper... All expectant I runs up to her just as shes purrin it int bin.... Oh sorry Ralf, she sez wi a wicked gleam in her eye... Duz tha want wrapper Aye I do, I do, so she puts it to me snout an I sniffs that choccy up..... Buddy hell wor a shock it wernt choccy at all.. It wer soap..... Smelly smelly soap..... Yuk Bur this is wor I pinched earlier... Biscuit containers, nah they wer awreit........ Aye they wer.
Posted on: Fri, 04 Jul 2014 22:53:47 +0000
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