I am great at not selling towels and giving grief..
THIS IS NOT A PLOY TO INFILTRATE YOUR HIGH BORDERS TO GAIN ACCESS AND SECRETLY SELL TOWELS FROM UNDER THE COUNTER.......
I have come into bad times and sleeping in a cardboard box at the local park and eating worms and stuff Bear Grylls eats on his show and really need the help of the people who mean the most to me...
Unfortunately those people where not in when i knocked at their door so i immediately thought of you guys and thought to myself, i'll try my luck with Mr Corugilander.
So here i am, cap in hand, stinking a bit cos i have not had a wash in 8 days begging for the chance to stand behind your counter and happily tell every customer that enters this....
Towels, Towels, do we look like we sell Towels...........................
Followed by some carefully trained grief with a hint of Scouseness added
Much love
Scouse - Trained in the art of shaking myself dry "for the cause"
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Wait, this place is still in business? If it is, feel free to join, it's as empty as the cardboard box you were living in, only less carboard-y.
Kings Eastwood in
THE
GLOOP
, THE
BWIAN
, and THE
WIKI
music by Trewavio Morricone
You're right. There's a distinct lack of cardboard around here - except for that big, coffin-shaped box behind the counter with "Quiet Please - Corugi Sleeping" stencilled on the side of it.
It's somewhat in the way, we should burn it.
That can be Scouse's first task as a new employee. Not sure about his subsequent duties given we have no stock to sell. And no customers anyway.
Perhaps he could stand around for hour after hour in mind-numbing boredom wearing a baseball cap emblazoned with a "Bwian's" logo perched at a jaunty angle on his bald head.
Oh yes, bald. He'll have to shave his bonce due to lice infestation in the wainscotting.