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The business cards thing - Yeah, right. Here's My card, if you call me, I'll take your call.
Once.
Maybe twice.
And if it stays relevant, we're on. Otherwise, I'm sorry, Siralan is busy at the moment, can I take a message? Sweetie?
Tim. Is he a serial killer or what? Cover of GQ? Check. Hello magazine? Check. TV potential? Check. Loves his mum? Check. Materialist? Nope. How will he spend the salary? On his MUM. Check.
Bodies in the cellar, trust me.
Or was I on a night shift? Feeling twisted? Check.
Sir Alan gets to be Simon Cowell of the business world. How many Apprentices does he need? Feh. and Pah.
Never mind the Apprentice, I want to see the Terrorist. On Channel 5. With pokey digi-cam footage, and Binladen in place of Siralan. Being fired on THAT show would not be good for the aftershow camraderie, let me tell you. Vox pops all the way. Run VT.
And that, ladies and gents, is why you shouldn't post drunk, twisted, tired and ill. I apologise in advance. |
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