Wrong though. He couldn't get over. He had to go and 'weigh up a job'. Hopefully tonight though. The company that owns the Cheese actually had some work done yesterday. The electrics actually need replacing completely, but they've done a 'quick fix' instead, whatever the **** that means In other news, the smell of dead rat has returned
Page 300. Who'd have thought it? Both sisters behind the bar last night, but no tits out. Three birds in there with great top bollocks, but they're all prick teasers
I has led a really disturbing dream last night. ... no joke. I was in the cheese but not revealing my true identity and everyone in there was normal but rhc was a oaps with two big hearing aids with a flat cap and there was none of this malarkey going on at all. The very fact this occurred is deeply troubling.
What's an 'oaps'? It's been very quiet in there of late. However, I'll be pissed and stoned for the final, so if Julie is on duty at the Grange, she may cop it
Yeah ffs Even Biscan knows his tax is paying for RHC's pension. I think my dream was a disturbing vision. But I suppose at least it was not chaos and his exploding pink dildo bomb Small mercies
Didn't get an answer, then. Really quiet in there at the moment. There was only me and Vicky the barmaid (the shredder) in there at one stage last night. Then the Pisser and ****ter came in. She was ****ing arseholed. She'd just got back from a week in Malta and was ranting and raving about how ****e the driving is. She's really touchy-feely as well. I could probably have pulled, but I was nowhere pissed enough to risk that Thankfully Eddy's lad came in. He's thick as three short planks, so he copped her, taking the heat off me.
