Today, my teller whilst in my bank paying a bill was called Barbara Cash.
And why do the young and mentally disadvantaged insist on wearing their trousers half way down their arse? I can do that, because my trousers don't fit over my belly, but they just look like they can't dress themselves. I get the almost uncontrollable urge to walk up behind them and yank their trousers up over their chests... slobs.
Friday, 27 June 2008
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I had a chiropractor named Randall Payne, the doctor who delivered J was Albert Bonebrake, a set of brother dentists who are Dr.s Moist and the list continues...
I think it's going to get worse before it gets better.
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