Mr Baskerville had a big birthday yesterday, one of those with a zero after the number. He is still waiting to feel, and indeed act, mature.
It was a good day, for a work day, for there was cake!
Most of this was consumed, and the afternoon passed in a sugar daze. The remaining cake was put in the fridge. Today Mr Baskerville, salivating slightly, went to fetch the cake only to discover that some bastard had eaten it! Outrage!!
Mr B suspects one of the wankers in the Sales Department, so will get his revenge by putting cunning typos in every ad... Strip Lion Steak, Pork Toast, 50% Discocunt....
mwa ha haaa
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