…is sometimes allowed, other times it’s an absolute necessity.
I’ve written about Fat Jim before. He’s a smug bastard. He’s always got to add a bit to the conversation, even if it’s of no value whatsoever. Which is usually the case.
Which is what happened when I was late to the pub last night.
“Sorry I’m late lads, couldn’t find my bloody house keys, they’re always in the last place you’d look”
“Of course they are Angry, they always are” replied Fat Jim
“What the fuck are you on about now you cunt.”
“They’re always in the last place you look”
“I know, that’s what I said”
“Well what sort of dick keeps looking for something after they’ve found it, obviously you stop looking when you find it. So it’s always in the last place you look for it.”
[Smack]
I really really fucking hate it when that bastard is right.
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I’m afraid you walked into that one. Next time try: “Sorry I’m late, your mother takes a lot of punishment”
Of course, this means that you’ll be the one on the receiving end of the violence.
Matt – Noone, not a single sane individual, would believe I’d gone near Fat Jims mum without an industrial cattle prod and Tetnus jab.
is she a bit bovine?
a werid human- cow experiment gone wrong.
K – She’s a big girl, when she comes to the pub she sits next to everybody.