so after queuing for an eternity, yes it was that long i started to need another dump, i ask to post my parcel 2nd class. The little eejit says whats in the parcel? now this has happened a couple of times and it really gets my goat. a. its none of your *****ing business b. if i was posting a bomb, would i really say....its a bomb. 2nd class please. no. id say it was aunty mabels incontinence pants she left behind when she came to visit. im not going to play the little turds game. i know whats in the parcel. so i.say i dont know whats in it. he face goes confused, he just comprehend it. how can you not know whats in the parcel? my wife packed it i say. can you ask your wife what it is? i look behind me. no my wifes not there. no i cant askk my wife whats in it. can you contact your wife? yes i can. but im not going to. because its none of your business. but wee need to know whats in the parcel. no. you dont. we cant accept the parcel. really? yes. bye then. so i went and posted it trouble free down the road.
You are a troublemaker, is it secret @MrsVolkswombat undergarments going for adjustments , you can tell me I have no affiliation to the post office
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Tut tut Mr Oft... a very fine line you are in danger of crossing... Just remember I have two very loud children who would like nothing better than being placed in a confined space with their favourite Kombi-Man!
Nope. My beloved daughter is going UKCAT-ing. I may have egg & chips around the corner while I read the paper.
The UKCAT Clinical Aptitude Test. I have only the barest idea what it is - I am merely the chauffeur. Doesn't take long - I'll have a bounce on your trampoline some other time
