The fun never ends.
I got coffee spilt on me yesterday by a private school girl scrag. Who giggled while she said sorry. So heartfelt. My thoughts full of revenge made me feel better.
Today I got smacked in the back of the head by this diiiiirty little biatch on the Frankston line. She was with a group of about 6 fifteen year olds who were the most moronic children I had ever come across. I didn't know that people like that existed. Mind boggling.
Moron who couldn't string a sentence together: [grunts] do ya reckon that Macca will have any choof?
Equally moronic friend: You can't effin say that man! You are on a train! What if people know what that means? I reckon that guy does [points to random guy in suit who must have looked up at the previous comment]
Yeah moron. Your little gang invented the word choof. Spot on champ.
Please save me.
- Your daily TAS baby update: no baby
p.s. so sorry about Monty
