Well what do you twatting know! One of these pointless cunts crashes in through the 6 inch gap, no doubt after a bit of Mr. C's muscular batty, I dare say.
We had a standoff. After around 10 seconds it vacated my computer keyboard and loosely pursued me around the office before the quick thinking Mr. C gave the fucker some of this:
Turns out this shit just makes them go all insane and hyperangry (much like a Hamas terrorist who has just caught fire or a pikey in Primark). I then got stung twice. Fucking fucker fuck fucked.
That will be all!
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