Awight me little cherubs, this is gonna be a blog abowt anyfing and everyfink. If an’ ya’ve gorra problem an’ ya wannit sorted ‘eres the place to do it. Dont be shy, I’m a woman of the world an’ don’t get embarrassed easily (exept if an’ I pop-off when larfin’, then I usually coff an’ giggle) so yous can tawk to me on any subject wiv out a worry.
First-orf I’m gonna apologise to all them ovver bloggers wot are in the area coz they aint gonna ‘ave any readers now is they, that Oscarish geezer wiv the warm ‘ands, the greeky chappie wots just become an Earl, a splatterin’ of councillors wot whinge a lot, that lizardy fing wot changes colour an’ takes nice piccies and the old granddad Victor who aint really old or a granddad or called Victor or anyfink really. Sorry but your all now extink... exit.... out of date coz i’m ‘ere now.
My Byron aint gonna be readin’ this blog coz I aint told him I, writin’ it, I’m clevva like that see, so we can tawk abowt anyfink we wants too, I aint gonna just go on about pole dancin’, massage or shoppin’ or anyfink else us wimen do all the time. It’ gonna be real fun........ I can feel it in me water.
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How'd ya loyke ta dance araaand my pole Mrs Byron?
It were really nice of ya to offa Reggie but yer even a bit too old fer me, me Mum says she’ll give ya a workout though.
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