Me Mum and Dad took me to the pub yesterday, which meant that Me Dad had to get some cash out on the way. Get this right, where we live, when you need cash, you just go to this magic thing called "the hole in the wall" and type in how much you want and it gives it to you! How afuckingbout that! And when you've run out, you just go back and it gives you some more! I don't know why the soft fuckers go out to work all day, what's the fucking point? Anyway, we get to the hole thingy, and there's two people in front of us, they are probably married, but I don't know for sure. I didn't ask to see a marriage certificate or anything, but they looked married, right? A man with a stick (the lazy twat) and a woman. The bloke is wearing large very dark sunglasses. In the middle of bastard winter right, dickhead. He's got a dog, one of them Alsation things. And get this, it's got a fucking hi-viz jacket on and some sort of "handle" coming out of i