Just got back from the 'ignore that ugly twat called GROWLER gymnasium'.
Nipped into the PC WERLD shop next door on me way out, to purchase a new keyboard, as this one has worn out letters on it, like the K, F, U O, C and a few others.
The spotty oink behind the desk was more like what i like.
He had a face like a bulldog chewin' a mouldy sofa, mubblin' and complaining that the till was playing up...yet gain.
I asked him was it digital, which it was.
I suggested he got his bosses to ger'im a Anna Log one.
He looked at me with a look of complete l conflusterlication.
Yoof of today. They don't know what they're missin'.
