In work today Little My has been boasting like fuck all about what her boyfriend bought her for Christmas and more importantly how much it all cost and how she checked the price of it in the shops and her man isn't cheap. They've only been going out a few weeks so he might be an arsehole. Kissy Boy says he's definitely an arsehole, not just for the money he spent but for going out with Little My in the first place.
He asked her what did she buy him and Little My said that it was the man's place to splash the cash.
It'll all end in tears, hopefully hers.
She told a story all about how her man told some guy in a pub to "fuck aff" and it was some craic and how her and all her mates have some craic slagging the pish out of each other.
It sounds like a San and Tray appreciation society.
Little My's ma Big My sits in the bar and tells dickheads to shut up and she hit someone a dig in the face and it was all too much to listen to. I looked round to see that no one else was listening either.
As Little My finished her story no one laughed in the right place so she told it again, louder with more cursing.
No one laughed this time either.
She said, "there's something wrong with you folk, no one here's any craic."
I nearly bought some crack when we got out wages but I didn't want to tell anyone. There were fuck all calls coming in so I'm just waiting for Little My to shut up or the shift to end.
