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Two fleas in the south of France...
...one of them says to the other, "How are you then?"
"I'm fookin perished," says the other (He was from Yorkshire)
"How come?" says the first flea, "This is the south of France.".
"I've just come all the way down here in the moustache of a bloke on a motorbike and I'm fookin perished" says the second flea.
"You want to get down to the beach and find yourself a nice set of warm pubes. You'll soon be right" advises first flea.
Next day they meet up again...
First flea: "How are you today?"
Second flea: "I'm fookin perished!"
First flea; "How come?"
Second flea: "I did like you said and flew down to the beach and found myself a nice set of pubes - two minutes later I'm back in the moustache of that bloke with the motorbike."
"I'm fookin perished," says the other (He was from Yorkshire)
"How come?" says the first flea, "This is the south of France.".
"I've just come all the way down here in the moustache of a bloke on a motorbike and I'm fookin perished" says the second flea.
"You want to get down to the beach and find yourself a nice set of warm pubes. You'll soon be right" advises first flea.
Next day they meet up again...
First flea: "How are you today?"
Second flea: "I'm fookin perished!"
First flea; "How come?"
Second flea: "I did like you said and flew down to the beach and found myself a nice set of pubes - two minutes later I'm back in the moustache of that bloke with the motorbike."
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