Living for Disco

Yet more conversational gems from the aspirin-addicted sociopath with whom I share a shoe box, when he’s not been prevented from coming into the office by an ulcer aggravated by a daily diet of disprin and whisky.

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“No, I’m back now. I’ve been sick. Kidneys or liver or what-what.”

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“Yes, much better, thanks. But I can’t eat. It’s terrible. I can’t eat any proper food.”

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“OK, bye.”

He puts down, and then picks up the receiver.

“Hello, Debonair’s? What specials do you have?”

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“Great. Can you please deliver a spicy thai chicken pizza? Yes. Large. Thank you.”

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