The Snapper Page #2

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Was he passionate?

No! But he thought he was.

You know what I mean?

He was just a big, thick monkey.

Looking for somewhere

to stick his banana, what?

Ha! Yvonne Burgess!

He stuck his tongue

in me ear once...

and I'm not joking yous.

He was trying to get it

out the other one.

Don't know what he

thought I had in there.

His sense of direction

wasn't the best, either.

- Know what I mean?

- Jackie O'Keefe!

You're bleedin' disgusting,

you are!

Any news, Sharon?

No. Not really.

"Then the discharge...

"becomes yellow and offensive.

"Any infected discharge...

"may also result

in soreness...

"or actual irritation...

"at the entrance

of the vagina. "

Jesus, me fanny!

"It's only

the unfortunate few...

"who suffer severe nausea...

"or recurrent vomiting. "

Sharon, it's not fair!

You've been in there ages!

Get out of there.

You leave Sharon alone.

You all right in there,

Sharon?

Yeah. Coming.

Ah, no, no. There's no hurry.

No, I've been in already.

Ohh...

Jesus, what were you

drinking last night?

I'm going back to bed.

Ah, yeah, go on. Good girl.

I'll go on without you, what?

- What's up with her?

- You shut your mouth.

Get in there

and get your clothes on.

Go down to get

your breakfast...

and get a bleedin' job

for yourself, right?

Sharon, we're going

to have to tell them.

Stop it, will yous?

Keep it... here, give me that.

Hey! Shh!

Now... stop it.

Are yous all listening?

I'm in hurry.

Will you get on with it?

Shut up!

He has to sit on the wall

all day and do nothin'.

You go and shite you,

you stupid b*tch... what?

Don't you "what" me,

Sonny Curley.

No language like that

in this house.

- Exactly!

- Don't start, you.

- You never hit her!

- I do so!

I'm not taking this!

Have a nice day!

You better watch yourself...

or you'll find yourself...

packing your shampoo

and spot creams.

I'm sorry, you'll have to

discuss it with my solicitor.

Don't you start.

Now...

Sharon has

a bit of news for yous.

I can't help it.

I'm sorry, Sharon.

Go on, love.

I'm going to have a baby.

- That's massive, Sharon.

- Is that all?

Women, what?

Right.

Where's your bump?

They'll drive Sharon spare.

That's a weed there. Look.

She belched there,

inside with the telly.

Kimberley asked her

if she was gonna have the baby.

I don't know.

It's hard to believe

you can get so much shite...

out of only one dog, isn't it?

- Dessie?

- Huh?

Do you not think

we should tell the girls...

what Sharon did was wrong?

What?

I don't mean turn them

against her or anything...

Or the baby, remember.

- Yes, I know that. But...

- What?

I think we should tell them.

Without, you know...

I think we should tell them...

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