called into a transport cafe yesterday just outside Cardiff with my friend, Robert. I asked the guy behind the till if he served faggots. He said "No we don't. Now get out".
I was in a really bad mood becuase of that, and when I got home, there was a fax for me, it was at the back of the machine, all crumpled, but I could read the bottom of it. It said "your wife is having an affair".
I confronted my wife and shouted at her, she opened the fax out fully, and it actually said "Thats as unlikely as me saying your wife is having an affair".
She said "In future, get your fax straight".
Oh yeah, I'm mega bored by the way
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