O mate, shut it, pal. We asked you nicely a minute ago. Now I’m asking you. Shut it. Okay. It’s the last time we ask, otherwise you’re out of it. And I’ll look forward to sending you out. He will. So shut it. I don’t know why you’re smoking. It’s not big and it’s not clever. 96. You’re right. You’re right.
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diva
oi buddy ol' pal, my good sir, may you please quench your exclamations… mate.
Naney six
Golfers are such divas. It has to be quiet. I can’t concentrate. In baseball batters are swinging a stick at a moving object going upwards of 105 miles an hour while fans yell and scream and blow horns in the background yet somehow they still can hit that ball.