Tuesday = Dance Flick + burgers + office banter:
- “Gonna have to delete that one, got a bit of my willy in it…”
- [worst. joke. ever.] “Did you hear in the paper, you can get it from bacon? Not smoked though, because that cures it…”
- “You’d be very hard pushed to find a girl that I don’t actually fancy…”
- “Look at this for a burger Anna…”
- “Absolutely well nice.”
- “I have a disproportionately large head…”
- “I’ve got skanks/slagpits…”
- “Ghetto skank. Wear a stab vest.”
- “I imagine a paedophile walks quickly, with very small steps.”
- “Shit conversation.” [in response] “Are you talking to yourself again?”
Until Thursday (out of the office tomorrow)…
