To be fair ohdearie (what can the matter be? And other annoying half songs) if someone came to my door speaking utterly correct English with marvelous diction, if they didn't offer me a cigarette I'd get stabby them and sell their kidneybobs right now... this is my first withdrawal crisis. I've gone without FOR A BLARDY (blardy, another fave, actualamondo say it too!) week, a WEEK. BUT... had a familio crisis of like major epic proportions, no brum brum, no little red bus service today, no hubby to kick shit out of and no tobaccy... I feel like a complete cuntibobs, and will annoy the fuck out of everyone to make myself feel norm, so if you want a scrap, come round, I'll start with the howdy diddly do shit and we can forget our slavery to the evil Dr Nicotine (who is female, only a female could ever be such a bitch).
Comprende?
(I'm going to punch myself now, please don't tell me I'm a twat, I know)
Off to pour myself more vino blanco
Such fun.