Bloke walks into a packed public bar
on a steaming hot summers day:
'Listen yuse! ' he yells at the top of his voice,
'anyone in 'ere called, Urbie? '
'Who want's to know? ' says him with tattoos
and scars everywhere.
Bloke says, 'not me, but there's someone
in the dunny goin' - unbie, urbie urbie!
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An unusual description of the technicolor yawn - the sort of story that might have been coined behind the shelter sheds methinks... love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥