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That's like the time I was rubbing my fixed down broad street in my best sunday get up, and was hailed by a jolly old chum of mine, Rupert Higgin-Botham III.
He hailed me thusly:
"Henry Old bean, is that you, rubbing one of these new fangled velocipedes I see."
So I pulled this fucking gnarlyarse skid and rocked up to the old feller and said:
'Why yes dear crumpet, it is, don't I look fucking sick as I pull all these massive skids, and are we still on for that croquet match on Balliol Lawn Saturday?'
"Why yes, dear thing, do you mind if I bring Fanny Featherswill?"
'Not all all my man, the more I see of Fanny the better.'
"Oh, Henry do you have to be so Vulgar"
'Why no, sorry Rupert, may I say that is a rather natty suit you are rocking today'
"Why thanks, I always thought it looked terribly dope with my vans half cabs"
'Indeed'
"Quite"
'Well dear fellow, I must be off, I have a golf match with Old Dicky Cartwright, you know that frightfully nice American Chappie?'
"Oh a colonial, I didn't know you associated with such beings"
'Oh come now Rupert, don't be like that'
"Well I'm sorry. Good day to you sir"
'Indeed'
"Quite"
'Laters!'
True story.