Post nosh time

Scoffed two pork pies and a packet of cooked ham before one of the staff told me to get out. Snotty fucking bitch! Wait till she finds out I shit in one of the cold display cabinets, and hid it behind three tubs of Clover. After that things got boring, till I came across a bloke in a wheelchair talking on a mobile phone. They say there is always someone worse off than you, and he certainly was after I punched him square in the nose and robbed his fags out of his pocket and took the phone out of his hand! I always like a smoke after dinner.
I never had a mobile before but this one was covered in his blood, so I ran it under a tap in the public shithouse, and it doesn't do a thing now. I always said those fucking things were useless.
Think I'll go and stand outside BurgerKing for a bit so I can mingle with the public. My arse is really starting to itch something fucking terrible.