Two men trade crude sexual jokes and body-image teasing in a pub-like setting, repeatedly calling it banter. The exchange includes explicit suggestions about one speaker's girlfriend and exaggerated compliments about physique, ending with a fake-out joke about who got whom.
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So how's things going with the missus? Eh. Tell me, it's not like I'm gonna tell anyone, is it? All right. She doesn't do the things I want her to do. Such as what? Well, every so often, yeah, mix it up a bit. Yeah? It'd be quite nice if, you know, she, uh, you know, played with my arse a bit. If I was your girlfriend, mate, I'd do it. What? Yeah, mate, look, I'd definitely stick a digit up your arse. No problem. What are you talking about? Banter, mate. Absolute banter. You should have seen the look on your face, mate. You probably did fall for that, didn't you? Probably. Yeah. He's doing it. What do you mean? Just what? All right, yesterday she, she told me, she's like, you've got to work out more. And I'm like, I do it enough. She said that? Yeah. Mate, that's absolute ludicrous. You do not need to go to the gym. Really? No, no, seriously, mate. You're the most toned bloke I know. Cheers, mate. You do know that, don't you? You are in blinding shape. Cheers, mate. Mate, honestly, I bet you look absolutely great with your kit off. Banter, mate. Banter. Absolute, absolute, absolute banter. You should have seen the look on your face there. That barmaid. Definitely. I definitely would. Yeah, yeah, I definitely would too, mate. Mate, that's lovely. What? It's a handout. I've done you again! Properly done you there as well. I can't believe you fell for it again, mate. Can't believe you fell for that. Mate, it's pretty nice here in the factory. Banner.
