I'm now the owner of a monster trampoline that's nearly too big for the garden. Tell us your retail disasters and triumphs.
(, Thu 21 May 2009, 11:52)
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he sat at home all night, rubbing his hands together at the prospect of A WOMAN!!!!! coming into the shop, just so he'd finally be able to try and be a sneaky bastard for an extra few quid.
Definitely.
Not like he does it on a daily basis, regardless of if the hick idiot has a dong or not. Get the chip off of your shoulder, fuckwit.
(, Wed 27 May 2009, 14:47, Reply)
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