Christopher James Michael Jones and I just had a high powered business lunch where we exchanged files, made fun of iphones, etc etc at Subway. (Because I know you're all interested, he had a foot long meatball with chipotle south west dressing, olives, jalapenos, bacon and some other junk. I had a six inch ham with cucumber, tomato, cheese, olives, and honey mustard and mayo)
Anyway, our general table was stolen by some dicks, so we maneouvered ourselves outside QV1 where we were greeted by the most wranga wranga that had ever wranga-ed pretty much. It was like if Pippy Longstocking was a boy who became a computer engineer and started wearing ill fitting grey suits and wraparound sunglasses. Chris left to go to his building to pick up a cd for me, and I overheard the rules of Dardis, according to Wrangas.
Wranga: So yeah like, she messaged me last night mate, and she sent the first message and the last message. That's definitely the way to go.
*Nods all round from other non wranga business men*
Wranga: So I'm keeping her keen right, I mean I'll wait till at least 4 to 5 days after I fuck her to make contact. It's the way to go.
I'm sure we can all learn a little something from this.
7 hours ago