Call me a good-time gambler

Out in the quarter on a Friday night

Wait a minute, there's a lemon behind that rock!

Ketamine, giddy up

YOUR SNIFFER DOGS ARE SHITE

Christmas dinner is just me passionately defending Lily Phillips' honour to my judgemental family, all in the hope someone blurts out, 'She’s not going to shag you' so I can proudly flash my #759 ticket.