Shit.

Standard

Tourist: Excuse me, where can I find some shit?
Me: Shit?
T: Yes.
Me: Well everyone I’ve served today has been talking shit, so maybe ask them?
T: No, I mean shit like you sleep on.
Me: You mean sheets, presh. Oxford Street. Tara now.

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