Ask Fred
No one messed with Jimmy’s portable game device. Because he was a superhero, you see.
Which is what he told people at the bar whenever he went off to the toilet, just so they’d keep their hands off his bag, in which the portable game device sat.
But it was more likely that people kept their hands out of the bag because of the rather incredibly hungry ferret Jimmy had acquired as a pet a few years ago when they were fashionable and had subsequently forgotten about, completely. It now subsisted on the detritus in the bottom of Jimmy’s bag, the remains of a hand of a TSA agent from a year ago, and by licking the chocolate bar wrappers that found their way inside the bag.
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Monday, Monday, can’t blah blah blah…
I guess maybe this thing will improve our on-time record to near British Rail proportions! But then again, maybe this was a fluke.
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