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I'd need more than one customer. But it's on par with the perennial favourite "why are there no good kebab shops in Brixton".Yes. Go set that up. I'd be there every night
I'd need more than one customer. But it's on par with the perennial favourite "why are there no good kebab shops in Brixton".Yes. Go set that up. I'd be there every night
Yeah, and your one customer travels about half the time. Your business model is fucked, don't botherI'd need more than one customer. But it's on par with the perennial favourite "why are there no good kebab shops in Brixton".
Just as well since I'll be moving to Penge.Yeah, and your one customer travels about half the time. Your business model is fucked, don't bother
If it was a truck you could, presumably, drive it out of PengeJust as well since I'll be moving to Penge.
Problem #1: I don't have a license.If it was a truck you could, presumably, drive it out of Penge
God, you just won't be helped will you?Problem #1: I don't have a license.
I don't have to drive it. The OH could do thatGod, you just won't be helped will you?
I think the food truck may be one of those business ideas that never gets off the ground. Sorry
So it wasn't really a problem, was it? Provided, y'know, you've asked him/her, and s/he doesn't have better things to do....I don't have to drive it. The OH could do that
Ah forget about it. I'll suckle on the teats of Dark Orpheus and cry myself to sleep.So it wasn't really a problem, was it? Provided, y'know, you've asked him/her, and s/he doesn't have better things to do....
Your business is fucked before its even begun <<sad shake of the head>>Ah forget about it. I'll suckle on the teats of Dark Orpheus and cry myself to sleep.
Shaaaat up ya slaaaaaaaaaaaaaag.Your business is fucked before its even begun <<sad shake of the head>>
Take your mascara off first so you don't stain the pillow
Personal abuse, the last refuge of the inarticulate <<more sad head shaking>>Shaaaat up ya slaaaaaaaaaaaaaag.
Personal abuse, the last refuge of the inarticulate <<more sad head shaking>>
And I just googled, because it was worrying me. It's the tears of black Orpheus. Only literotica thinks breasts are involved
But google says you're wrong. It's the Internet, everything it says is true, isn't it?Don't tell me, double degree in English and history.
I meant, is that your degree? Or was it PPI?But google says you're wrong. It's the Internet, everything it says is true, isn't it?
Isn't it?
I meant, is that your degree? Or was it PPI?
PPE. That was it.PPE. PPI is what you get on credit cards.
I did modern History, then history of warfare specialising in the Cold War. Yes, I'm fluffy as fuck.
Let me guess.... Management and economics?
OR? Seriously?PPE. That was it.
Me? OR.
You did see me edit right?OR? Seriously?
You and the northerner will get on
I didn't. Now I have.You did see me edit right?
I do need to learn a thing or two about OR tho. I suck at math, that's my problem.I didn't. Now I have.
Sigh. Too tired and too blonde to keep up
I can't count above ten without taking my socks off. Sure the Northerner thinks I'm stupidI do need to learn a thing or two about OR tho. I suck at math, that's my problem.
No, they fuck with my head. And then I retaliate, for profit.I can't count above ten without taking my socks off. Sure the Northerner thinks I'm stupid
Psychology. So you fuck with people's heads?
Now that's a business model I can get behindNo, they fuck with my head. And then I retaliate, for profit.
I forgot I'd bought loads of cheese the week before (5 cheeses left over) and then after we'd done the weekly shop (10 new cheeses) we went to a local market and passed the Wobbly Bottom farm cheese stall and got tempted to buy some more (4 more cheeses). Mrs C has threatened with carting me off to Cheeseaholics Anonymouse if I buy any more.