I wonder if when the bloke from Crimex turned up to get his 83 tonnes, the Chinaman behind the counter said…where’s yr ticky….to which the Crimex blose said..sorry I have lost it, but I have a piece of paper here that says it’s mine and in that time honoured fashion, that all New Yorkers know…back came the words…No ticky, no goldy…..
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