The conversation went a little something like this...
Me: Whoa backup! What do you mean crypt?
Customer: We are in what used to be a church crypt.
Me: No no before that....
Cust: Do you want to know something eeir-
Me: No! After that!
Cust: This used to be where they kept the plague victims?
Me: Yeah, that bit. Are you shitting on my dick?
Cust: No! a few years ago, they removed over a thousand bodies. All died from the plague!
Me And you bring me down here? Whats the matter with you...
Cust:... It's pretty safe now. Look! It's now a trendy overly expensive cafe!
Me: My tea reeks of death! What if I get the plague?
Cust: I think modern medicine has moved on enou-
Me: BLAH BLAH modern medicine! I invented fucking paracetamol! I think I know a little about modern medicine!
Cust:....
Me: I'm outta here, pal. Install your own damned firewall!
Cust: But!?
Naturally I left. The bloody cheek of the guy. Subject me to the biggest killer in human history after Ghengis Khan and Coranation street!? I spent the rest of the day on the look out for weeping sores. At one stage I thought I saw one. Turned out to be my belly button.
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weeping sores?
why were they upset...?
Yes, intrepid reader. The sores were upset about the credit crunch and petrol prices.
intrepid?
why you such a spod...?
hahahahaha BOO-YAOW!
y dnt u use ur spod IT network engineering skillz 2 wrk out who dis iz.
Do I look like fucking Columbo!?
Judging by your paraplegic syntax, I'd say it was someone who had suffered a recent head trauma!
this is what I read there:
"blah blah blah columbo.
hibbity jibbity glupious maximus hoity toity gobbledigook"
and yes, you DO look like columbo in your picture.
it also looks like you just took one up the arse!
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