It was 2 or 3 years ago I sold my turbo trainer to hippy. He came in, all out of breath from the 4 steps up to the front door, sweating like a pig, his grotesque belly spilling out over his 'fashion slacks'. Said he wanted to get in to this cycling lark. I was happy to take his money.
After he left I noticed a pie I had left out on the window sill to cool down had disappeared and there were some odd, and as it turned out, impossible to remove, stains where he had sat on the settee. I wasn't expecting to hear of him again, not unless I started tuning in to Crimewatch every month.
So I say well done Hippy.
Someone rep will please. I seem to have shot my load on him already.
Someone rep will please. I seem to have shot my load on him already.
:)