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| Where are my fucking trousers!! |
His bloodshot eyes oozed menace as he ranted at his wife's appalling choice of shirt for him
The cuffs were rigid
The sleeves were far too long making Brian look like a hairy man gibbon
The material was cheap, starch riddled, and mind blowingly itchy
And next to Brian's scrawny neck
Sat two of the most gigantic shirt collars ever seen by human eyes
As if this wasn't enough to tip Brian over the edge there was an even bigger problem
Brian's wife had forgotten to buy him some new trousers to go with his shirt
So unfortunately for Brian, this horrendous shirt was now the only item of clothes Brian now owned, which was entirely due to the fact that Brian's wife had accidentally set fire to all of his clothes only a few days earlier with a hand built flame thrower that she had been working on in her spare time in their garden shed.
By Tommy Dandruff
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