Blimey, even when you’re trying to chill your beans, your noddle’s buzzing like a swarm of bees at a honey convention, innit? It’d do you a world of good, not to mention the rest of us, if you keep your gob away from touchy topics. One misplaced syllable and you’ve ignited World War III. Try your hardest, luv, to steer clear of any barney going on around you. Play dead, like a possum in the headlights, only with less fur and more sense! And here’s a lucky tip for you: Always carry a rubber duck. No, I haven’t lost my marbles! It’s a conversation starter, a distraction tool, and a perfect way to dodge any awkward situations. Plus, it gives you an excuse to say, “I have to go. My duck is calling me.” It’s a hoot, trust me!

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