Got myself down to the Mexican Kitchen on Renfield Street 1/2 quesadilla, tortillas and dip, can of pepsi for £4. ****ing delightful, beef and chilli chorizo filling. Then with my £6 change old Fred got pumped at roulette, having to pay out the princely sum of £30
Sittin in the house with my 3 year old, no idea where the missus is. I'm sure she told me she had something to do but I never listen to her. Just had a bit of malt fruit loaf and feeling pretty hungry.
Did you manage to avoid being rammed up the dung funnel by some big darkie? I know it's a constant concern for you
I'm on a constant lookout I hear it's because they like big butts. My mates called me Benjamin Buttocks, because I'm always ill and have a large backside
Alright fannies Wit a morning ive had.Picked up a nice job the last week.Went out to pick up the cheque this morning and double check all the details.The customer has changed a few things around which i thought was no real problem as the firm im using to make the kitchen told me they were starting it next week. I phoned them up to tell them and they come with this patter."Hi mate,got a wee surprise for you your kitchen is all machined and getting ready for painting " ****ing wit i said,your joking right.This is going to get messi.****s. Anyway onto lunch.I had Miss Millies which is like KFC but better.The gravy went through me like a ****ing steam train.
Well yes actually. I bet you're snivelling as we type wee man. It's ok though, don't fret. One day you may be almost interesting on a Steve Davis level of course.
Ian, it's worth the effort but ER is close to suicide anyways due to how ****ty his life is. He tries to draw a bit of attention to himself as he has very little human contact, hopefully he'll be dead soon
Well i do care what my customer thinks.Wit all you fannies think matters not a jott.Especially you ya old fartheed.
