I haven't could sleep.
The ute slammed into the 78-year-old’s Cheltenham home just after midnight, crashing through the front fence into her loungeroom and pinning her underneath.
“Cowboy up!”, your excuses are gettin thin!
'Wisha! wisha,' says I. 'A pound of chops,' says he, 'coming into the Mansion House.'
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