assume he picked them up on the way to my bbq. anyway, I ate them. he text(ed) me earlier about playing football tonight and said
“bring the bananas I left”
I told him I’d eaten them and he said
“how the fuck did this happen?”
told him I don’t like this side to his personality. he was the chump taking food out the fridge at the end of the night, fyi
fucking madness! need to have a solid jazz chat with this guy. I can’t be doing with silly shit like this.
or is it me who’s the cunt?
not sure now