A mug of tea, proper mans drink. C.A.
It’s mid-morning. You’re driving to wherever you need to go next. Your tummy rumbles, so you think “OK, I’ll shove a pasty in it”.
You spot a Gregg’s and think “Yeah, a square of pastry-encased shit will do for now”. You have a window of about 5 minutes to get to where you need to be next.
You park up and in you go, and there they are. Four or five orange-vested, lesser spotted actually working Apes at the counter, all buying MSG-baked fare, but with a twist – they all want ‘coffees’ with the cardboard food substitute they’re buying.
“Can I get 27 steak bakes and 300 Latte’s love”
“Can I get” automatically qualifies them for Oven.
“Latte’s” is a poove’s drink.
You reach work 25 minutes late because of these absolute cunts that have been conditioned to think it’s normal life to go back and forth to work whilst ordering ‘coffee’ from shitty places in between.
Fuck the neanderthal cunts.
Nominated by WokeUpTodayAndRealisedWhatACuntIAm.




