I smell dead people

And here we sit, in the batcave. its open plan and somebody ate a dead person with some cabbage last night.

I mean FUCKING HELL!!!!!!! If you are going to die that badly at least have the decency to claim it, a simple "sorry, my bad" would suffice.

I had to go buy a toothbrush this morning from the garage, dont know how and dont know why but mine went awol somewhere, and I overslept
luckily the garage isn't that far and to be honest this morning I couldn't be bothered, so picture this :

me walking into the garage wearing my boxers and a smile paying for a newspaper and a toothbrush and asking for a packet of Dunhill.

Lady behind the counter asking me , hey wena, did you not sleep at home last night? that made my day
but sadly, yes I did sleep at home, alone, well not totally alone (got my puppy for company at least)

Work is also quite entertaining at the moment, the amount of back pedaling and arse covering going on boggles the mind.

Already twice today I've had this conversation.

Oh shit/fuck/god/christ you have to help me, I am in big shit here

me: hhhmmmm, time is money, and mine is not cheap, a case/bottle/both should do the trick

Name it!!! i'll go get it!!!

me: NJAHAHAHAHAHA

souls have been bought and sold for less.