Dear Uncle CJ
We all know that we like the smell of our own brand. Yes, when we drop one more evil than the lovechild of the Kray twins, we exclaim 'oof that's terrible' to those around, and apologise profusely, when in actual fact we are marvelling at the greatness of our creation.
Anyway, my problem is that I am my own worst critic, and am continually trying to improve my product. I've been eating progressively stronger chillis everynight, mixed in with vindaloo, and then having curry sandwiches for breakfast with the leftovers from the previous night. I have even begun taking a tin of beans into work, and eating them cold in the bog during my, now frequent, toilet breaks. I even sank to a new low yesterday, by snatching a filthy half eaten chilli kebab from a hobo who had picked it out of a bin.
My office at work now has a constant earthy, musky smell, and my colleagues have approached the union in an attempt to get me ousted - one even joked about getting me drunk, and taking me to a colonic irrigation clinic! (i don't think he as joking though ).
Please help me, I need to stop, but I just cant...
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....ooo-ahhhhh......
mmmmm....fruity
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