Lost-and-found grab bag of clusterfuck dahling
Strange day today. I lost my wallet on the way to work. Fortunately someone found it and dropped it off at Leicester Sq tube station’s lost-and-found. I’ve got it back now. It’s the second time this has happened in about 3 months but I blame Andrea for the first time. It seems the karma from that wallet I found and returned with £70 in it is still paying off. A colleague suggested I should buy a man-purse. Maybe I should’ve done that with the £7.20 I won in the lottery and the £30 I found on the floor.
A friend at work was burgled after just having moved in to a new place all on his own. That sucks monkey balls. I hope he had home insurance.
On the way to work I was listening to “We’re Both In Love With A Sexy Lady” by the Flight Of The Conchords and it reminded me of this conversation with McBurnie:
AD: “how did you meet your lady? I was going a jog and she lost a dog. I was running in the area and she lost a terrier”
McBurnie: “i was working up a sweat and she’d lost her pet”
McBurnie: my contribution
AD: very good
McBurnie: i was dogging in the park and I heard her bark
McBurnie: oh, but it has to be..
McBurnie: i was dogging in the park and she’d lost her bark
AD: I was doing her from behind and she lost her mind
McBurnie: thought it had to be a pet?
AD: possibly
AD: I was working with my tool and she lost a pit bull
McBurnie: ha
AD: i was covered in lard and she lost a st bernard
On the way from the gym two lovely ladies over at one of Soho’s many porn alleys turned to me and offered a “dance show dahling”. I kindly refused despite still having change from lunch [1].
Matt coined a new expression: grab bag of clusterfuck.
