Thursday, 31 January 2013

Wah Wah

My Dad is currently fixing my back fence for me.

He has requested that whilst he works, is it possible to listen to something that *quote* "Doesn't sound like a retarded trumpeter caught up in a roller disco derby underneath a construction site."

His way of describing the Wah-Wah podcast I'm currently blaring with the enthusiasm of a loud drunken orgasm.

My response was of course, to blast it a little bit more.

I head to the corner shop to buy more milk and return to find my stereo unplugged and the cable nowhere in sight.

Well played Dad... Well played.

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