Evening peeps
*clunks* *clatters*
*clunks* *clatters*
Can you get the takeaways in. Pizza? *clunk* Sr won't mind, she's most probably on the gin agin or up in the Attic with Gemo.
Can you get the takeaways in. Pizza? *clunk* Sr won't mind, she's most probably on the gin agin or up in the Attic with Gemo.”






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Can you get the takeaways in. Pizza? *clunk* Sr won't mind, she's most probably on the gin agin or up in the Attic with Gemo.”


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Poor Sleeps is drunk on whisky fumes I'm afraid. *clunk* *Rolleyes*


* Clunk * Clunk *”

Poor Sleeps is drunk on whisky fumes I'm afraid. *clunk* *Rolleyes*”
Poor Sleeps is drunk on whisky fumes I'm afraid. *clunk* *Rolleyes*”



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Yes, I do worry ever so much about Sleeps. Tell you what, we'll let him have our pizza leftovers. It might help to soak up all that Scotch he's been overdosing on.

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Morning Sr and peeps
*clunks* *clatters*

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Morning Sr and peeps
*clunks* *clatters*”
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