Warden: Loading pay, sir
Me: What?
Warden: You're parked in a loading bay. That's a ticket!
Me: Whoa whoa.... Backup there, Cuthbert... I was loading!
Warden: I just saw you go into that take away! You've got what looks like a lamb shish in your hands!
Me: Thats right, officer! I'm in the process of loading this kebab into that car!
Warden: Well I'm pretty sure that isn't allowed so cough up?
Me: Well how about we substitute the payment of monies with a smash in the teeth?
After I had thrashed the warden to within an inch of his life, I went home and noticed that yet again, the polish lady across the way was making the same exotic fish dish that she seems to make every fucking day!
The smell is unbearable. It has left me with two options:
1) Knock on her door and show her how to open a window and how to operate the extractor fan
2) Make some faecal pie and waft the aroma over to her stupid flat and see how she likes it. So what if it means her toddlers come down with some horrible illness...
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