Written on 20 December 2018
Hiya Gary,
You alright boy? How's the new job treating ya? You're a bloody traitor, but I still hope you're smashing it over there.
Mate, you missed an absolute fucking palaver of a secret Santa. Greg, the posh twat, got Jhanele some playing cards. Not just any playing cards, mind, remember that Iraq bullshit a few years back, and there was that deck of cards with all the bad Iraqis the Americans wanted dead on em? Greg, the posh twat, gave her that deck. I mean, she was fucking 7 when that thing started, how the fuck is she supposed to know about it? What a posh twat.
I did alright. Couple of beers and a half deck of Benson's from Salad. He's still a leaf eating ponce, but he did alright. He wasn't so happy. Got given a salad spinner. 5th year in a row. Think it finally pissed em off. Was moaning about what a waste it was, or something. Ponce.
I got Carrick a belter. It's this donkey, right, and you fill it with fags. Then you pull it's tail up and a fag comes out of its ass. Bought it in Spain. He was fucking cracking up I'll tell yah.
The boss got annoyed. He got a stick with a note that said “in case that rod up your ass ever breaks.” had to hold down the laugh, but it was fucking funny.
Anyway, hope you have a great Christmas saveloy. Place isn't the same without you.
Danno.