Some bloke fainted this morning on the train. Wimp! Girls yes, blokes no.
I ended up getting in to work 5 mins early because of him. Git! I walked from London Bridge in stead of Cannon Street, as I knew they'd cancel the train. April waited hoping they'd take him off so the train and a thousand commuters could continue on their journey but no. He was too 'ill' to move. What's the difference between sitting on the floor of the train and floor of the platform? Nothing.
Anyway. As it turns out, his 'hysterical' girlfriend put it down to him having a bruised ankle and forgetting to have his protein shake that morning. Ha, ha, ha! Tosser!
My people call me the dude. I share my teachings in the passages below... (along with many typos, grammatical errors and lazy writing)
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