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BOB (chicken)

love jack

Jack,
I know, but Mum's influence still remains to this day, and I knew she would be looking down and saying ... ROBERT!!!!

Squark.

Bob

Bob the Penitent, apology accepted, glad to hear that your Mum still influences your decisions.
Jack - I am surprised at you - what would your Mother say?

You know I tried very hard to spell squawk, but I could not remember how. Was it pity, good manners or a failure by anybody to spot the mistake that meant I have not received a ticking off over the error?

BB

BOB we espect a forenor who lives past Luton to gess at spelling

love jack

Was it pity, good manners or a failure by anybody to spot the mistake that meant I have not received a ticking off over the error?

Good manners of course!

Dearest Jack,
Why don't yer shift bottle and glass git a clean dicky dirt wiv a nice peckham rye an' put on yer whistle an' flute, hoist up yer rebel rousers, polish yer daisy roots an' hit the frog and toad? Take a ball of chalk darn ter the rub a dub dub and look art for a tea leaf floggin' hooky tomfoolery an' by yersef a necklace.
Yer cun alwise say it's for the trouble and strife.
Doan ask a four b' two cos theyl ave you over and doant pay more than a pony.

Regards to the bin lids.

Bob from (originally) Battersea.

Gracious! Mary!!!
An outbreak of good manners on this forum! what is the world coming to!
Stunned of Luton.

Bob the World was also Blessed with my presence in South Chelsea( Battersea to you) but what are you talking about Old Boy obviously Elecution lessons were not taught in the 40s . Being younger than you. South Chelsea stepped up a couple classes in the 50s

posher jack

Bob, you obviously have to raise your game as you are now on a forum of good manners and high class.
Jack and I have always sought to raise the tone of this forum by our erudite and insightful contributions.

Cor Blimey Mates,
Take a butcher's at these two, a right cupla toffs if yer arsks me, wat's all this abhat wood spanners? A rite lairy pair of lardy dahs frum the sahnd of it, there ain't no place on 'is sore bum fer the likes of em I reckons. It's all bubble an' squeak to me.

Watcha Tosh, 'ows yer muvver orf fer drippin' ?

Wher's me weasel and stoat i'M ORF.

See ya.

Cockney Bob.

weasel and stoat >>> you made that up

jack

Nah Mush,
Yer weasel's yer coat and yer tit-for-tat is yer 'at. (Mind you Sir; I invent 'wood spanners' Don't Ya know?)

think my surname came from when the Normans invaded too. Great, great, great, great grandpa use to say it was stange how the natives use to ring the bells to guide the boats in, but the horrid boat trip was worth while as the crumpet on the mainland was eager for some real men. Oh, actually we came from the West coast. Maybe the boats got a bit lost, like me on a race track.

Phil you were either a God Or Ard Dont tell me which (I will only ask Sharlie)

Bob If you were a real COCKney you would Know Nanny Goat = Coat

Been drinking malt tonoght ..

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Excuse my Husband he,s Know logging off

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