Usual09 March 2018
Today I achieved a lifetime’s ambition, the middle finger of a man extended in my specific direction. It happens only after the phrase “Usual message”, uttered (or blurted) in his presence; oddly the context is, unusually, utterly irrelevant.
Here, by the way, that precise combination of words is inextricably linked to the notion the man may, or may not, be most easily described by another word rhyming with ‘crunt’. (But I’ve seen no evidence whatsoever of his ‘cruntiness’.)
Thanks sir; even though mine was accidental, it still makes me feel good to be number one.
If you don’t work with me this’ll make no sense.