When I’m down to my last £19, I always buy a Chinese for two #jackshacks. Even if I were down to my last £50, I wouldn’t be getting a midweek takeaway.
Jack, day one: I have £19 in my bank. I live on maize snacks.
Squigs: Poor you, you do so much for so many. Let me transfer some funds.
Jack, day two: a house I was planning to buy has fallen through. I’m bereft. Actually, I’m okay. Another will come.
Lone critical squig: I thought you only had £19?
Jack: I MEANT RENT!!! I’M ALLOWED TO TYPE THE WRONG THING EVEN THOUGH I’M GIFTED WITH WORDS AND USE THEM WITH LASER ACCURACY! JESUS chuffing CHRIST!
My aneurysm is on its way.
Jack, day one: I have £19 in my bank. I live on maize snacks.
Squigs: Poor you, you do so much for so many. Let me transfer some funds.
Jack, day two: a house I was planning to buy has fallen through. I’m bereft. Actually, I’m okay. Another will come.
Lone critical squig: I thought you only had £19?
Jack: I MEANT RENT!!! I’M ALLOWED TO TYPE THE WRONG THING EVEN THOUGH I’M GIFTED WITH WORDS AND USE THEM WITH LASER ACCURACY! JESUS chuffing CHRIST!
My aneurysm is on its way.