Hello, my fabby chum-ettes, it is me again. Hurrah, I hear you yell (probably). Here is another marvy glimpse into the gothic basement that I call my mind. Hey, guess what!! I am going to be coming to lurk around Hamburger-a-gogo land this year on a fact-finding mission for the English nation to discover more about the marvy language you speak…. Not really, I am just coming on my hols. I will be trying to get to know you and to understand what in the name of arse you are talking about. I am not sure that I will be able to say “Have a nice day” without throwing up, but for your sakes I am prepared to try. That is how much I love you all…i.e., a LOT.
Lots of ginormous kisses.
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Do you know that this book is called Away Laughing on a Fast Camel? Well, in England it is called And That's When It Fell Off in My Hand. But apparently that is too rude for Hamburger-a-gogo land.
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It was the same with my second book, That’s Ok, I'm Wearing Really Big Knickers. That had to be changed for you because allegedly you don’t wear knickers in your land. I thought that was a bit rudely doodey being in the nuddy-pants from the waist down, but then I was told that you wear panties. Which is a relief(ish).
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If you don’t mind me saying, you seem a bit on the picky side about this sort of thing, considering that you think “fanny” is not a rude word. Which it is, believe me.
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I only say these things because I love you and don’t want you to seem dim.
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I could chat all night but I must go to the piddly diddly department; otherwise there will be an unfortunate panty scenario. Toodle pip!