In the words of a certain pop star "stop telephonin' me-e-e-h-e-e-h-e-e-h-e-e-eh-e-e-e-h." Honestly, since I got my new phone (a snazzy 2004 model - retro and thrifty) it has been non stop. If the Chancellor isn't phoning me to moan about credit ratings, it's Mary Berry yacking away about the crap cake she scoffed in a shabby chic Cornwall tea room. I don't want to hear it, I don't need the stress. I'm a puppy, I like treats and toys. If you aren't bringing either of those then off you pop.
Woof de woof
P.S. Woof.
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