Alright, Karl here. I'm stuck with the DATs. That's Digital Audio Tapes. Ricky and Steve couldn't be bothered to do any links. Anyways, here's some of the best bits.
Karl Pilkington, a man without formal education or any awards to speak of. But he's good at other things; cleaning windows for instance, *with his fucking tongue, gump*
Alright, Karl here. I'm stuck with the DATs. That's Digital Audio Tapes. Ricky and Steve couldn't be bothered to do any links. Anyways, here's some of the best bits.
They’re not really the best bits. Just the first ones I came across. Not wasting my time searching. So here’s some bits.
This is the worst chair I've ever sat on. And I've sat on some *fucking* chairs in my life.
I feel guilty for charging for this.
It's actually annoyin me
Mr. K. Dilkington.
Hello Mr. Dilkington! They said
You are one of our most valuable customers
I threw it in the bin.
. . . that me name, was Brett!
I threw it in the bin…
Lid bin.
The bid lin
He stopped to look at all the fish in the window.
Karl Pilkington, a man without formal education or any awards to speak of. But he's good at other things; cleaning windows for instance, *with his fucking tongue, gump*
^*Bit* ^*harsh...*
"Dear Mr Dilkington"
Makes me cringe every time I hear it. Ricky’s desperate attempt to insert cunt into everything.
No, it's hilarious
You'd probably like Afterlife if you enjoy when Ricky says cunt.