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So there i am in a meeting today with Lincolnshire Police as im looking after priority and prolific offenders for a while. We were having a break and a coffee, everyone was talking what seemed noisily. My mobile phone beeps and i pull it out of my pocket, reading the text unconsciously loud from my partner, it says, You have a bomb from Rok (says Rok on package). I looked up and the room is in silence..
What i said... ooh the word Bomb strikes a cord!! So i explain to nosey police type people what sort of bomb i had at home and the conversation carries on like the word Bomb was never mentioned..
On arrival home i find waiting for me, half a cow nicknamed Georky and i wonder to myself, what sad person would would name there pet cow Georky and then chop it up into slices and send it halfway around the globe to be chomped on merrily by my un trained georky palette.
Along with half a cow i find 2 Georges Reserve Cigars, which i admit look as delicious if not more delicious than the half cow itself... Or not? Wellive never sampled these before and i wonder if these are specially made for george the Rokkit chappy, who obviously felt the need to destroy my wheelbarrow.. Ive always told my local postie to leave packages under the wheelbarrow, but i cant possible understand how he got the wheelbarrow onto of the half cow as like me, the postie is small..
So now ive had Jerky as well as Georky and there is a distinct difference in taste...
What a great way to end a stressy day. Thats the first highlight of my day... The second is im about to devour the georky and fire up a Georges Reserve as i certainly dont think im as patient as some to let it rest despite its long journey.. The postal mark indicates they were posted on Oct 5th which means the US mail service is better than Royal Mail for timeliness...
Finally many many thanks George for your generosity you are indeed a true BOTL.
What i said... ooh the word Bomb strikes a cord!! So i explain to nosey police type people what sort of bomb i had at home and the conversation carries on like the word Bomb was never mentioned..
On arrival home i find waiting for me, half a cow nicknamed Georky and i wonder to myself, what sad person would would name there pet cow Georky and then chop it up into slices and send it halfway around the globe to be chomped on merrily by my un trained georky palette.
Along with half a cow i find 2 Georges Reserve Cigars, which i admit look as delicious if not more delicious than the half cow itself... Or not? Wellive never sampled these before and i wonder if these are specially made for george the Rokkit chappy, who obviously felt the need to destroy my wheelbarrow.. Ive always told my local postie to leave packages under the wheelbarrow, but i cant possible understand how he got the wheelbarrow onto of the half cow as like me, the postie is small..
So now ive had Jerky as well as Georky and there is a distinct difference in taste...
What a great way to end a stressy day. Thats the first highlight of my day... The second is im about to devour the georky and fire up a Georges Reserve as i certainly dont think im as patient as some to let it rest despite its long journey.. The postal mark indicates they were posted on Oct 5th which means the US mail service is better than Royal Mail for timeliness...
Finally many many thanks George for your generosity you are indeed a true BOTL.
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