Shortly makin a load for four.
Shovin closer to the timber.
Three sheets to the wind.
Badgered to death.
Like a headless chicken.
Cold as a brass monkey.
Spitting feathers.
A bit under the weather.
As snug as a bug in a rug.
Waitin for me wake.
Reet gradely.
SO WHAT WAY ARE YOU?
Chris.
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