Poverty sucks folks.
I can’t send the little man out to work because he’s getting far too big to fit up a chimney and all the mines have closed, so I can’t send him down into a bottomless dark pit to go digging for coal either. Oh, and apparently there’s some archaic law that prevents children from doing hard labour and working long hours…jeez, whatever happened to good old fashion Victorian work ethics?
Anyway, to bring in some spare cash, I thought that I’d go down to London and ply my wares on the streets of Soho, you know, as a woman of the night. Imagine my horror when I charged the first guy a measly £5 and the bastard asked for change!! Next up, I thought about putting Spawn up for sale. I found a wonderful couple in dire need of
child labour a child’s love but 2 hours later, they were back at my door begging for me to take him back. To be honest, I’m surprised that it took them that long.
After 4 hours of hard negotiations, Spawn was safely back home, with the couple agreeing to pay a monthly allowance of £500 and a promise from him to never go near them again. So really, it all worked out quite well in the end.
Now on with the show, with the star quest being none other than the letter…
Cockney rhyming slang-Hairy Toes
Example-“His hairy toes are so big, the bleedin’ tide ebbs and flows whenever he inhales and exhales.”