I'm well fucked off, with a capital CUNT! Naresh has only gone and used my jacket to mop up some cat sick the stupid prick! I'm going to stick my boot so far up that cat's arse its spines going to come out of its mouth.
Naresh said he thought my jacket was an old rag! What he doesn't understand is that a cab drivers jacket is not only his uniform but it's also his badge. Are you following me? What I'm trying to say is my jacket is a map of my time as a cab driver. I know where every (love) stain has come from. Every bit of curry and kebab sauce that's been spilt has happened because I haven't wanted (through sheer responsibility) to take my eyes off of the road. Some of the blood and sweat is mine and some of it is other peoples. Now it's all lost! Gone for ever.
Hang on I've just had an idea.
I'll cut a hole in my jacket and replace it with some material from the carpet in Naresh's office.
See how he likes it!
See you later.
Mick
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