I've been here before, and I've just rescued this from all the way down there.
So all the bitches, through the way about me having testicle trolleys and other people's trolleys, have a word with themselves about the next day.
Because we rescue them, and the supermarkets know that if we're borrowing them for the day, or maybe the week, they'll bring them back up to my place and put them back in the trolley parks.
So all the little bitches that whine about me having testicle trolleys, get off your ioses and maybe go and rescue a couple of yourselves.
We also rescue them in the evenings when the children ride them down Crane Street.
Usually four or five of them in one trolley at a time, preventing the children from injuring themselves and crashing the trolley at the same time.
So all these haters and these keyboard warriors, they never do anything for the community, do they?
They never do anything to solve a problem anywhere else, do they?
Anyway...
This is my wife's temperature.
I might need to go outside, because nobody's going to...
I might need to get my testicle covered this time of the morning.
A bit badly there, isn't it?
I'll park in by here, I'll tell the guys now it's mine.
And when I finish with it, it'll be taken back.
