Have to give up working these Sunday mornings theyre even worse than Saturday nights.Between weirdos wanting to know if the horse market is on so they can get a horse sandwich for breakfast and their equally as weird mate having cravings for snails,gobshites in their late thirtys mid fortys in badly fiitting lycra that think the best way to deal with a mid life crisis is to saw the bollix of themselves on racing bikes with their mates every Sunday morning and eejits that think its a great idea to attempt multi tasking walking the dog on a retractable lead,jogging while practising their football dribbling skills. There was only one way the latter was gonna end up when the dog seen the herd of fat lycra Wallys grinding by while braindead Pele was in his own little world,probably doin a runnin commentary in his head about himself doin a Gigsey up the wing,yep,thats right with braindead on the ground after the dog bolted across him towards the pork chops on wheels wrapping the lead around Peles legs bringing him down in the imaginary box no doubt. Hats off to me for resisting the urge to run over braindead Pele,skittling the hoard of Wallys and dropping the two weirdos to a field in Clondalkin where Im sure theyd have found both their required delicasies.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 11:32:13 +0000
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