Its Next Doors Bloody Drone Again
‘It’s next door’s bloody drone again.’
‘It’s next door’s bloody drone again.’
‘The prisoner is complaining that the prison uniform makes him look fat.’
‘I don’t know much about arse but I know what I like.’
‘I must stop checking my messages in the middle of the night.’
‘Before I talk to him, check him for migrants.’
‘I’ll take it!’
‘Can’t you see I’m running a start-up from this table?’
‘What do you mean, we’re “typical middle-aged men in lycra”?’
‘I thought you put him in here!’
‘I can’t afford a tip, but you’re welcome to any of the leftovers.’
‘I got top Marx.’
‘How many times have I told you? Blondes in the grey basket, gingers in the brown!’
‘Heard any good hate crimes lately?’
‘Least said — texted, emailed, tweeted, Facebooked, blogged, Instagrammed — soonest mended.’
‘Which one said that — Neil or Stephen?’
‘My dad only agreed to let us go on this date if he could follow us with a drone.’