Tuesday, 26 April 2011

Tuesday

In the COOP a young couple were hovering over the dairy section arguing. She was pointing at the Mini-Baby Bell - he snapped at her, "NO, Proper cheese" and  grabbed some cheese straws". A first I thought he was deformed - he was wearing shorts and one leg was massively swollen - then I realised that he had a brand new tattoo of a Hokusai type Japanese woodblock design, looked like a Koi Carp, all around his shin - and it was septic. He didn't seem fussed and was wearing his infection like a badge of honour. Cunt.

Alfie Greyhound broke into my bedroom and slept on the bed - I told him off so he got his revenge by digging up all the Mange Tout seedlings - little cunt.

One of my old neighbours sent me a photo of my old house - they have ripped off the pine Victorian front door with stained glass panels and replaced it with a flat, modern, single panel door - painted blue - with a plastic letterbox and a big plastic '99' stuck on - and a nasty faux brass fancy door handle. Cunts.

I had 4 interviews today, only one turned up. Cunts.

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1 comment:

Steerforth said...

The worst thing about the good weather has been the display of crappy little tattoos (and even crappier big ones) on women's backs.

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