Rapt, Bruce goes walkabout with a few toobs of Fosters an’ a crowd of Sheilas an’ loses the lot. Oh yea, he stuffs it up, proper.
Nah-one was throwingany thingon any barbie, and Bruce check taht the porkchop tuckerbucket. It was rhiype futher dunny!
Chane jdiz mine dan’ wennome.
Tryterer pologise, buttiz Bruce gave himmer ring, coat, shoes anna party, with a thickst ache innas ors – roo ‘n’ a roux.
‘Bonzer! I’m stoked! Mison wozzer stiff, but nowee’s ripper!’
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