Dear Journal,
No one really knows how ‘ard it is, playin’ Piss boy to the “All Exhaulted, King o’ the Britons”. “Oh, Patsy!”, they say, “What ‘ave you to do, ‘cept bang away on your coconuts all day?” They don’t know ‘bout the constant ego stroking a man of his station requires! And exactly why do you think he ‘asn’t got shit all over ‘im? That’s right, dear ol’ Patsy, groomin’ an’ preenin’ away till I got shit all over me! Well, it could be worse. I could be a knight. A witless, buggering bunch, the lot of ‘em! Always look at the bright side, that’s what I always say.
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