Okay so it's not Jerry Springer; it's actually the inferior Jeremy Kyle. And although it was actually a television programme, it was technically the conversation of other people. Plus, I make the rules of this blog and if you don't agree then I will do a DNA test on your children and partner and parade the results around in public for a baying chavtastic audience. Don't think I won't.
Jeremy had the very unusual and unique situation of a very unattractive man who, for some reason, was being fought over by a pair of permed walruses. There is a possibility they could have been women. Anyway, as usual it was all the other one's fault while the donwmarket lothario sat in the middle, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.But Old King Kyle wasn't having any of this. He drew the wheezing mammoths' attention to the object of their affection's deception by coming up with this classic:
OKK: Do you know what I think?
[Richard: Do we care?]
OKK: I think he's playing you both like a kipple of kippers!
I've never seen a kipple of kippers (assuming kipple is the collective noun), and I have certainly never played them. I wonder what sound they would make?
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