Paul! Paul! Get off that Bucking Bronco! What do you think you're doing getting on that thing at your age? Do you want a crushed sacrum or something? Because that's what you'll get. Don't think I'll come over and clean up after you if you're laid up on codeine for a fortnight.
Who's forced you to go on that Bucking Bronco, anyway? I bet it was Leo. You're too easily led astray, that's your problem. I've given up trying to look after the lounge carpet in that bungalow, what with you lot partying on it all round the clock. I suppose you've got half the scrapyard there most of the time. Well, I'm telling you now, there'll be hell to pay if any sump oil ends up on that settee. I only had it reupholstered 8 years ago.
Feel that! My pulse has gone up to 120 now. That's you getting me all anxious, going on that Bucking Bronco. I'll need a cigarette now. And I was supposed to be giving up as well. Typical.
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