This month you've been talking about bacon vodka, chakras and thrash metal...
“They didn't get an interview for that job.”
“At the circus?”
Someone walking through Sneinton market:
“This is the old railway station.”
“You’re barred from Sainsbury’s aren’t you.”
“Yeah, I was fondling the frozen chickens.”
“She’s not had a glow up. She’s glowed sideways.”
"I'd rather be tortured than drink bacon vodka"
Girls in the bathroom:
"Wahh it's my birthday in two weeks. I'm not going to be a teenager anymore."
"Well... On the bright side - no teen pregnancy?"
“Must get home before my colostomy bag bursts.”
“No one told me my chakras were going to be repossessed!”
“I'm not a gay cowboy, I'm a feathery cowboy.”
Older gent in the pub: “I did find out the difference between death metal and thrash metal, but now I’ve forgotten again.”
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