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Smirnoff Ice. Shame on you.
smirnoff ice and stella
I used to be able to, but my memory isnt what it once was.
I may look that, but that's only because of very expensive and dangerous operations.
I do have a portly figure certainly, but that's only right and proper in a man of my class and age.
I assume you meant 'that's only right and proper in a man of no class and age'
That's almost witty of you young man, but given you are effectively a modern day serf I fail to see why I should listen to a word you say. In my day you'd get transportation for such impertinence.
I have to be honest I didn't read any of that. My eyes have an uncontrollable compulsion to shy away from senile drivel.
It is more likely to be poor eye sight brought on by your gruel only diet.
Keep talking old man...while you can still string a sentence together.
We really are slipping down a moral abyss arent we, it used to be that peasants of your shockingly low class wouldnt even look at me, let alone this kind of back chat. I'm just happy I wont be around all that much longer to witness the rise of your sort. Now run along with your disturbed frog and your eyepod or whatever you young scumbags get up to.
Octopi, please.
Come on people. Octopus, goes like dominus, 2nd declension masculine noun.
Dominus, domine, dominum etc. etc.
I suppose they don't make a Stanna Stairlift for moral abysses so be careful not to break a hip on your way down.
No, apparently they dont. National Service is what we need to sort you unruly ruffians out. No one was stealing mobiles from each other in the trenches!
And I know a lovely little retirement home that's a perfect cure for a bad case of the 'good 'ol days.'
In fact a lot of veterans seem to think the conditions there are pretty similar to the trenches so you should love it.
What and leave the Estate?! What would the servants do? I cant put them out of work, not after so many years loyal service.
There is something unseemly about most things I do, I've got away with it for this many years, I'm not changing now.
I have a strong suspicion that to a man of your quality the word ‘estate’ means a spacious Volvo, with few redeeming features and kids seats in the boot. Forgive me if I don't seem terribly impressed with your doddering ramblings.
You've not heard of Bongington Hall?
Yeah its a high rise building just down the road near Archway...oooh...that kind of estate.
Dont remind me, there is an ongoing defamation suit about that place, youths of your ilk used the name without any care to the damage it might to do my standing in the county.
Surely the damage to your standing was done by those arthritic, knobbly knees you hobble about on so gracelessly?
I was speaking metaphorically, something you seem not to understand, which isnt all that surprising knowing the woeful lack of schooling you recieved.
And anyway, they may be arthritic, but they are certainly not knobbly, I can still keep up with the hunt like the best of them.
Yes. I was using wit. Something you clearly left somewhere in the trenches along with your youth. And, it would seem, your sense of reality.