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| Ho, Colin, wot's that on yer fore'ead, mate? | |
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| It's a semi-permanent tattoo, Iain! They're payin' me ten quid a day to wear it! | |
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| Ten quid a day? Blimey! 'Oo's payin' that much for that? | |
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| It's the idea of some ad agency named "Cunning Stunts." 'Ey, if kids'll wear a Nike swoosh on their chest, why not a tattoo on their fore'eads? | |
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| Right-o, chum, but isn't it a spot embarrassing wearing one for Viagra? | |
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| Are you kiddin'? The birds at the pubs are eatin' it up with a spoon! I just tell 'em I don't really NEED it, wink, wink, nudge, nudge, say no more! | |
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