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A great mate of mine “Bolschy” (his poker callsign) is trying to lose weight, or at least he should be trying (with him only being 8kg lighter than me). Last week I was sitting at the lights in front of Lindfield primary and I see him just strolling along, walking at a snail’s pace. So I thought I’d better motivate him.
There were no other people around, so I’ve leaned out of my window and yelled loudly –
WALK FASTER YOU FAT PR*CK!!
It turns out, there’s some poor guy in Lindfield, who looks a lot like my mate Bolschy.
The guy understandably, got a bit upset. And the worst thing was the traffic had completely stopped, so I had to sit there while he got all red in the face, hands on his hips and gave me the old stink-eye.