I went to the bank. Didn't take promised sandwich for account manager (moan, moan well I didnt see the cup of tea promised by the manager 3 months ago) and discussed DJing with said account manager. What is a bank account manager doing as a DJ?(proper, too, with vinyl discs fed by internet download stuff, even though it is blank vinyl, just so he can do that fiddly scratching stuff). Anyway, he stole all my money and put it somewhere safe, he says. AND we discussed the Caps Lock problem and have resolved to come up with something that will uncapslock everything previously typed without putting the fucking capslock button under my coffee table so it never ever works again. Oh bollox, Henry could have done this.
Sorry children. It's the voices.
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He'll probably get a whacking bonus on the strength of that! See what you've done?
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