Our Wi-Fi was bust last night so I opened a bottle of wine and had a nice little chat with the wife. I was very surprised to learn that she no longer works at Woolworths.
Not a joke, this actually happened the last day at work. Got up as usual in a fucking daze getting dressed in the dark. Got to work an for whatever reason I had a seriously itchy arsehole. Spent half the day scratching, poking and clawing at my arse. Realised after work I had put my pants on inside out when taking them off to stick in the wash basket. Can't remember the last time I had skid marks on the outside. Probably didn't make the missus laugh.
Waitress says, "Would you like anything on your chips?" I say, "Does it cost extra?" Waitress replies "Ten pence." I say "All right, I'll have four sausages and a steak pie."
I'm not going to bother with the Grand National this year. Last year my horse started off at 33/1 at Aintree, and ended up at 2 for 1 at Tesco's.
There's a new reality documentary show started on tv called "drunken yobs in city centres" I never miss an episode! It's the only time I get to see my kids