The ol' fishin' & crabbin' mate gave me call yesterday to see if I could have a look at the brake booster on his Prado which had a vacuum leak.
No worries, so he came around this morning at about 10 and I put a new front seal into it which is generally all that goes wrong with 'em.
Well, the ol' mate likes a cold one so after the job was done, out came the oysters and cold beers for morning smoko.
He's been through a bit of sh1t time lately with his missus pissin' off and then he had a stroke just to top things off.
We're sitting down and having a feed and washing down the oysters with an ale or 2 and then he starts sending text messages.
I said, Oi, put that fcuken thing away fcuk ya.
Then he told me that he was texting his new missus.
No worries mate, fill me in, what's she like, any good, got big tits?
"Yeah, well Mick, it's costing me 1000 bucks a week."
Ok, I get it mate.
So what do get for the rent money mate?
Well, she cooks and cleans the joint and washes the clothes plus any extras without limitations.
So, without devulging the sordid details for obvious reasons, I hope that I'm not beginning to sound like the jealous Green Eyed Monster, because
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