That player is absolute dog shit, your mate says.
He messed up there, but you can’t get to where
he is without being a good player, you say.
I really hope they get relegated, your mate says.
They’re annoying, but I’d hate to see people
lose their jobs in a cost of living crisis, you say.
Veggie pizza? Jesus Christ, are you my
mother-in-law? your mate says.
Ha. It’s nice and I’m keen to kill fewer pigs, you say.
Sweetcorn is bloody disgusting, your mate says.
Fuck you, you say.

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