Dear whoever left this pile of loot outside the charity shop,
American: Do you have tickets for, like, Stomp?
Me: Like Stomp? Or actually Stomp?
It’s happened, I’ve become a pedantic twat.
“Never underestimate the sight of the human voice.”
Now i’ve got some clart here whose feet stink so much I feel like jamming his dirty socks in to his gob. WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE!
Some bogging bitch stood in my shop just did the filthiest fart. The urge to lunge over the counter and maul her is so intense.