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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 40m

Announcement, you pack of arses: it's quarter to seven in the evening.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 55m

Clang, clang, clang, you tossers. It's half six.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 1h

Oi, you absolute melts! It's quarter past six!

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 1h

Yeah, I bet you can't tell the fucking time either. Well, it's 6pm.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 1h

Belated bollocks: the 5:30pm cry, delivered at 5:32pm.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 2h

Yeah, I bet you can't tell the fucking time either. Well, it's quarter past five in the afternoon.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 2h

Your attention please, you tits. It's five o'sodding clock. That is all.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 2h

Shitting hell! Four forty-five! Where does it fucking go?

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 2h

Reminder for the hard of thinking: it's Saturday.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 2h

Yeah, I bet you can't tell the fucking time either. Well, it's half four.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 3h

For fuck's sake, I missed the four o'clock cry. It's 4:07pm.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 3h

Nobody asked, but it's a quarter to four.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 3h

Look at the state of it — half past three in the afternoon.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 4h

Well, that's a quarter past three gone, and we're all fucked.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 4h

Three o'bollocks o'clock? Are you having a fucking laugh?

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 4h

The bells! The fucking bells! It's quarter to three.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 4h

By all that's fucking holy! It's half past two in the afternoon!

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 5h

It's a quarter past two, and that's fucked up.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 5h

I don't want to be the one to tell you, but it's one forty-five.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 6h

Bad news, you wankers: it's quarter past one.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 6h

Nobody asked, but it's one o'sodding clock.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 6h

Oyez, oyez, you shower of shits — it's a quarter to one.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 6h

God rot this town, it's half past twelve in the afternoon.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 7h

Grim tidings: it's a quarter past twelve.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 7h

Midday. Cheers. Great. Wonderful. Fuck off.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 7h

It is quarter to twelve. That's it. That's the fucking cry.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 8h

It's quarter past eleven in the morning, and I'm the poor bastard who has to say it.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 8h

11am, and not a fucking thing has improved.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 8h

Sod it. Quarter to eleven in the morning. Marvellous.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 8h

Against all fucking odds, it's half past ten in the morning.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 9h

Christ on a bike! Ten fifteen! Where does it fucking go?

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 9h

Look at the state of it — ten o'sodding clock.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 9h

Sorry — 9:45am came and went without me. It's 9:47am now.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 9h

Tick tock, shit tock — it's half past nine.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 10h

It's fifteen minutes past nine. Do what you like with that, I'm not your dad.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 10h

Bad news, wanker: it's nine o'bollocks o'clock.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 10h

It is half eight. That's it. That's the fucking cry.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 11h

Look at the state of it — a quarter past eight.

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The Fucking Town Crier (Pacific) @profanetowncrier.bsky.social · 11h

Bad news, arseholes: it's eight o'bastard clock.

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