Just got back from the local shops
(sorry I should've asked, did you need anything?).
Too lazy to make lunch; bought a jacket potato from the 'Tater Gallery' stall. Spudmonger asks "D'ya want butter?"
"Just a little" I reply. So he opens up one packet of butter and puts it in, opens up another one and puts that in, then he asks me "D'ya want a bit more?"
"No. How about a bit less?"
I bet he's one of those people who, when his doctor asks if he smokes, replies
"No." 3-second pause. "Not really."
When what he meant to say really was:
"Fuck yes, continuously, sometimes two or three at a time. And I get through half a dozen when I'm sleeping too."
As I left, I overheard the next guy ask for "loads of butter."
He's probably in A&E by now...
(sorry I should've asked, did you need anything?).
Too lazy to make lunch; bought a jacket potato from the 'Tater Gallery' stall. Spudmonger asks "D'ya want butter?"
"Just a little" I reply. So he opens up one packet of butter and puts it in, opens up another one and puts that in, then he asks me "D'ya want a bit more?"
"No. How about a bit less?"
I bet he's one of those people who, when his doctor asks if he smokes, replies
"No." 3-second pause. "Not really."
When what he meant to say really was:
"Fuck yes, continuously, sometimes two or three at a time. And I get through half a dozen when I'm sleeping too."
As I left, I overheard the next guy ask for "loads of butter."
He's probably in A&E by now...


