00:00 - 00:03 | We have a large problemo. Charles Garrard has fucked our spraying. |
00:04 - 00:05 | So far, hes put T2 on here |
00:05 - 00:07 | here, and here. |
00:08 - 00:12 | From what we can tell, its on the back of Becca Heskeths reccomendations |
00:12 - 00:15 | but he has also sprayed here and here |
00:17 - 00:19 | Its a massive fuck up. |
00:19 - 00:21 | Very similar to when he shit the bed. |
00:24 - 00:26 | Sir... |
00:27 - 00:28 | I said.... |
00:31 - 00:33 | I wouldn't mention that. He aspires to be a bull. |
00:34 - 00:36 | He is supposed to be a BNOC. |
00:53 - 00:58 | I do not care my friend. Remove yourself if you arent an IAgM member |
01:13 - 01:15 | Who puts in Excalibur thinking its wheat? |
01:15 - 01:17 | He is useless. Next he will say Roussin sheep are profitable. |
01:18 - 01:23 | And that Kerry Hills are viable in Lincolnshire |
01:25 - 01:28 | Next he will tell me to put up a Roundhouse. |
01:29 - 01:31 | Then we will be fucked. |
01:31 - 01:34 | Look what happened to the challenger. |
01:34 - 01:37 | Broke down. Same as Kendalls. |
01:37 - 01:40 | We will end up truly dependent on the chickens making profit. |
01:40 - 01:42 | Sir, we need a pig. Like that of Dingus'. |
01:42 - 01:46 | And do you think that will make profit? |
01:46 - 01:48 | Sir, we need an advisor then. |
01:48 - 01:52 | Well Jeremy Franks was crap, who do you suggest? |
01:53 - 01:54 | Philip Cain is too expensive for us |
01:56 - 01:57 | Its all about the yows and cows. |
01:57 - 02:00 | Give me a square shed with Limmys and Mules any day |
02:00 - 02:03 | That is profit. |
02:04 - 02:08 | Shut your shit about agromomy |
02:08 - 02:13 | Put it all to grass. I have told you. Crops are shit. |
02:14 - 02:16 | We need a strategy |
02:17 - 02:21 | Not some arsehole with a Bateman who cant shut the boom off on the headland |
02:27 - 02:29 | I'd rather farm pigs than that. |
02:30 - 02:34 | Get me some tabs and a gin. Inside my belly |
02:34 - 02:36 | And then get me a women. For sex. |
02:41 - 02:42 | Sex I say. |
02:43 - 02:47 | Tell them: Let iz see ya box man |
02:48 - 02:53 | And if they say no. Bundle them into the Berlingo and take them to Lav. |
02:54 - 02:56 | Yeah. Oh Meykel. |
02:56 - 02:59 | Sex sex sex. Tabs tabs tab. |
03:00 - 03:02 | No bull beef. No roussins. |
03:04 - 03:07 | Its OK. He has some baby oil. |
03:14 - 03:16 | Ring Bill and tell him we are putting it all to grass. |
03:19 - 03:23 | And ring Dave and sack him |
03:25 - 03:26 | Elliot is now manager. |
03:31 - 03:33 | We might as well fuck the job more |
03:40 - 03:46 | Although make sure he AI's the cows cervix not its arsehole |
03:46 - 03:49 | And ring Felicity. We have a serious demand for cake here. |
03:53 - 03:56 | Now its time for the Lonny. |