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Good morning boys and girls! And especially you boyz, txich, know what I mean? I mean Meerkats, aren’t they wonderful! I mean what is it with straight guys, ‘der, der, oil filter, der..’, ‘yeh, special tool, der, der, sump plug.’ Call that conversation! Yesterday (true) this guy said his car was off the road because its conveyer belt was loose. Darling, unless your car is half a mile long and lives underground it does not have a conveyer belt! Wake up, smell the bitch! Honestly. You would not find a Meerkat slumped under a Ford Mondeo with a spanner squeaking about the price of spares. They’re upright, alert, sniffing the breeze, always ready for.. And another thing. Stop calling genitalia after car parts, it’s demeaning. Where was I? No Meerkats are always erect, ready to play. Boing, boing, hump; it takes but a moment. But no, all that intelligence lost in old cloths and central heating. You can’t fuck a boiler! How many times do you need telling! Today I’m wearing a paisley head scarf, black T shirt (always fashionable), a loose red neckerchief and leathers. Oh and sandals, no socks, Ever! Nails red, black eye liner. That is intelligence put to good use. And pose! Pose, pose, pose, pose pose. What on earth is the use of a good body if you don’t position it correctly? And look at those eyes, dead darling!. Where’s the life, the fire, the come up and see me sometime? Forget Comparethemarket.com, compare your Meerkat. “Where did you get this guy?” “America’s next top model.” “Right. Next!”