Thing went to Mark's in Mark's.

I met my friend Tom.

She's lower middle class, so let's all have a good laugh.

Her expanding.

Have you tried the new mini chicken Kiev?

She said that down the aisle by the phone do.

She said, I'm looking for the tagliatelle, eh?

Then she told me about her friend Janette.

She said she does step aerobics every Thursday in the leisure centre.

You know the type, she says.

Mutton dressed up a spam such as, she said, She's got an orthopedic shoe, but she likes from our fray anyway, I wrote thinks she's funny, but she'd been nothing without guessing car trouble, just like a woman she'll be wearing pink pajamas is no pat round look, you will be played bullet easy, you know that.

You see, we're working class, you stereotype way silly.

You see, there's really not much to work with.

You know, this'd is one of those awful songs where the rhymes are rarely gone.

Tithe big pajamas, Judith Chalmers mozzarella, salmonella, sticky fingers Go get on with your love.

Well, you see there in Ray, honestly.

So your memory.

That's why I married the great self.

Brando, if no soups.