The person who realised you can just lie about “higher than usual call volumes” instead of hiring enough staff deserves to be slowly penetrated by a Rhino.
Surfacing from my honeymoon to briefly laugh my cock off at Oasis fans. The thick end of £500 to watch those? You fucking deserve Ticketmaster and surge priced Hotels.
Happy Saturday to everyone expect the person who decided that whenever you ask your Google speaker to ply a song on Spotify it will choose the shittiest live recording it can. To you, whoever you are, I hope you get sand under your foreskin.
Know what’s mad? Bisto have a calorie per serving notice on the jar. And the serving size? 50ml.
If I made a meal that required gravy and gave you 50ml of it, I could be tried for a crime against humanity.