A national treasure.... like Blurt.

[Sargent Smellibitz]

[Blurt]

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[Blurt]

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Frankie Goes To Hollywood's version was better.

[Blurt]

Oh, relax.

[7.83 Hz]

...don't do it.


No really, don't do it, I haven't got my raincoat on.





Hey Dinky... recognize that guy singing about jerking off into his Twisties packet?

[Sargent Smellibitz]

...don't do it.


No really, don't do it, I haven't got my raincoat on.





Hey Dinky... recognize that guy singing about jerking off into his Twisties packet?

Red can eat a bag of cheese powdered twisty dicks.

[7.83 Hz]

...don't do it.


No really, don't do it, I haven't got my raincoat on.





Hey Dinky... recognize that guy singing about jerking off into his Twisties packet?

Red can eat a bag of cheese powdered twisty dicks.

Would that be before or after his gnarled and wart encrusted trouser maggot has spat its coke enhanced seed all over the contents?

[Sargent Smellibitz]

I'll get him a bib and chopsticks...

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If you ever do manage to collar the bludger, shove a picture of Harry Connick Jr in front of his snout and ask him how he feels about having a front row seat at the pussification of Australia.

[Sargent Smellibitz]

I'd like to shove a pineapple up his smug arse...

No lube... just like his friend Shirley used to prime his set with.

[7.83 Hz]

No point mate, Molly already reamed it out good and proper in the seventies, it probably resembles the Burnley Tunnel by now... three lanes wide, caked in oily residue and with tollgates at either end.