Then I get a moaner on the phone and another and another and another, hoo-rah.
Then on my way home some cunting toss pot starts flashing me from behind, I pull in to the layby so I can have a few words with this dick (as I assume that's why I'm getting flashed), worng, he speeds past and nothing was wrong at all, except that he was a cunt.
Got my car washed and that is all.
Oh and my lunch today smelled like wee.