THERE'S NOTHING LIKE IT GOOD OLD GUTTERING!
THE SMELL OF SOLVENT, THE ROAR OF NAILS.
THE CLICK OF SNIPPING, THE PRIDE OF WALES.
HURRAH FOR GUTTERING!
EVERYTHING ABOUT IT IS APPEALING!
ON THE FLOOR OR ROOF OR EVEN ON THE CEILING!
SO LET'S GET ON WITH THE UHHHH....GUTTERING INSTALLATION THEN!
OK, LETS.....
Lao installing the....I'm afraid to type it....
And again...keep it stum....
Fuck, not more....
Oh thank dee Lord, in the background we see the steadily advancing shady nook roof terrace above the quaint guest house with eyebrows....nearly clear, now runnnnnn....
I was very drunk.
And I sort of made some new friends.
Well I made them be.
And I appear to be scaring off opponents.
Or I'm just very happy.
I don't know do I.
It wasn't me alright.
And why is there a big wet patch on my t-shirt?
And who am I asking?
And why don't they know?
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