Seriously – who’d let these skanks into their shop? When I say skanks, I am mainly referring to myself after a ten mile run. My kit seems to have gone smelly and there was a noxious odour coming from my right armpit.
We went for a run and then decided to pop into Edit in Hale. The poor woman didn’t deserve it. As we were leaving, I saw her rifling through her bag for a couple of Valium.
We pretended to be gangsters rappers whilst
Trying over sized shearling jackets on, sang along to the best of Whitney Houston and basically lowered the tone and made the poor lady that owned the shop anxious. It looked from outside like a gang of hoodlums had invaded the shop intent on causing carnage.
If you’d like us to pop into your shop and create chaos whilst we are on a run , just message me and buy some air freshener. You might need a bottle of gin for your nerves too.
Seriously though – I’d better buy some Dettol laundry cleanser stuff. I fucking stank.