I reckon I’m 25% biscuits, 50% washing powder, 25% musk.
You?
satsuma garlic chocolate deodorant
Bounty bar and London
Beer
blood oranges
and baileys coffee
I’m on a National Express coach sat, inevitably, next to a very pungent fellow so I’m hoping that I don’t smell of BO.
Vomit and poo. It’s norovirus season, again. Urgh.
I get the most compliments when I use coconut scented shower stuff
Where to, driver?
Bounty should expand into the shower gel market
I’m not driving this coach. I can’t even drive a car!
(Manchester)
Oh I see, good luck. (I actually know a group of people who call each other Driver whilst on the piss after one fateful night someone rather pathetically wailed “driver, please!” after a bus wouldn’t let him off)