i remember it as
if it was yesterday ZZZZ
it started off when we had the "pest control technician" in the garage. there
was quite a number of lads and lassies huvin a fag at the front door and me
starts taklin to the guy (who had a hawk) and an AIR RIFLE. so me silly cunt
forgetting the undeserved reputation asks him "can i have a look at yer rifle"
"aye there ye go fat man" so i'm standin in central garage holdin this air
rifle hmm yes very nice etc. not noticing it at first a lot of bodies started
to drift away RAPIDLY. at that point one of the managers burst through the
doors. and (as you do)i turned round with this fuckin rifle in my hands said
manager shits a brick and then literally FLEW back into the control room.
What's up with
this dick thinks i, then the light of dawn came into my eyes RIIIIIIGHT ahem!
cheers mate see ya next time.
next time i come into the garage if i can afford it i'll come in an abrhams
