That is one cheeky scamp and no mistake. Who are all these new friends of yours? Is this what your forties are like? Am I going to be surrounded by unlikely painted faces making curious expressions once we hit mid-May?
I feel as though they can’t really be friends because it’s been a few weeks and nobody has picked up the phone or messaged. Whatever magic we had is now lost.
Ah, sorry mate. I took all your new painted cat friends on a banging lads’ holiday to Ibiza. They’ve been too off their faces on smack and alcopops to be able to use WhatsApp. I expect they’ll be in touch once we get back to Stansted and they’ve slept off the stomach pump.
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Is this ginger lad another of your new mates from the Edinburgh Showcase of Medieval Doodling, or wherever you went?
It is. Imagine walking into a museum of sorts only to be greeted with a huge painting on a wall filled with bizarre interpretations of human beings.
Like this
That is one cheeky scamp and no mistake. Who are all these new friends of yours? Is this what your forties are like? Am I going to be surrounded by unlikely painted faces making curious expressions once we hit mid-May?
I feel as though they can’t really be friends because it’s been a few weeks and nobody has picked up the phone or messaged. Whatever magic we had is now lost.
Ah, sorry mate. I took all your new painted cat friends on a banging lads’ holiday to Ibiza. They’ve been too off their faces on smack and alcopops to be able to use WhatsApp. I expect they’ll be in touch once we get back to Stansted and they’ve slept off the stomach pump.
The betrayal is real.
The crime is illogical.
Your sentence is flaps.