I'm Not A Ice Cream,

Jas, You Are Three Hundred Miles Away. You Would Have To Have Nunga-nungas The Size Of France For Jock To Be Able To Rest His Hand On Them.

He Has A Song In His Heart For Me. I Hope It Is Not "shut Uppa You Face, Whatsa Matta You.

Rosie Get Off Your Desk, And Please Put Your Beard Away.

Hello, My Sister, Libby, Also Your Daughter, Is Snogging A Potato In My Bed. What Are You Going To Do About It?' Dad Started Yelling Uncontrollably. I Wonder If He Is Having The Male Menopause? If He Starts Growing Breasts, I Will Definitely Be Running Away With The Circus.

If You Fall Down Those Stairs And Break Both Of Your Legs, Don't Come Running To Me!