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The barely audible sound of bells chiming "I'm popeye the sailor cunt" can mean only one thing kiddies!
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| Oh honey, You know your father doesn't like that ice cream van. | |
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| Mum, mum. The ice cream van's coming. Can I have some money pleeeeease mum, can I? Pleeeease, can I mum? I have been really good and I have done all my homework? | |
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| I don't think so dear. Maybe tomorrow. | |
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| But mum, pleeease. You know I really really really really really really REALLY wil be good forever and ever. Please mum... | |
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But you know how children get their way in the end...
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| Hey there Katie. Same as usual or would like to try some thing else today. | |
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| No thanks Mr. Whippy. Just shove a flake up my arse, pull my cunt flaps up over my head as usual and turn me into a walking dog lipstick. | |
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