Chewing the cud.

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How anyone would have the gall to ask me for directions when they’re chewing a mouthful of food like a cow and slurping on a can of pop is absolutely beyond my comprehension. Here’s an idea: talk to me with a mouth devoid of slops, or never at all.

I had the exact same beef yesterday whilst directing a woman to the National Portrait Gallery, as she deep throated a Twister icelolly like she was auditioning for a porno. Absolute hag.

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