It's time to chat some ballads about fannie tits and bum.

No topic is all the limit for these potty mouths found months.

So tell us all your secrets we'd like to share the truth.

Bad saggy tits and inner wards and ice cubes up your oof.

No.

Holes bartered.

Hi, Vic!

Hi, Laura!

Ho!

Oh my god, it's been such a long time.

I know, when I still can't see your fucking face.

Oh no, so let's just set the scene for everyone here listening.

I am sat in a child's canvas tent because my house is so echoey now

in the ball's deep in renovation.

There's just floorboards and no carpet anywhere.

And the sound is so appalling that I have to sit in here

to talk to you, you, my darling.

Are you ever introducing carpets into your life again or carpets are gone?

Carpets were always dead to me downstairs anyway.

I have a couple of rugs and stuff.

But upstairs we're just going to have them stay runner up the stairs

and in the hallway and then all the rooms will continue to be floorboards.

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