Why is it that nobody can ever finish a job? Half-job wankers, I call them. Start a job. Get bored or encounter a problem and just give up.
We have no smoke alarms in the house. We haven’t since we moved in. If there is a fire during the night, I could wake up dead. Apparently somebody came out to fix them before we moved in. Judging by the state of the smoke alarms, it looks like the letting agency sent Mr Bean. Half-job wankers!
Then there’s the engineer from Sky. After waiting weeks to get Sky TV installed, an engineer turned up a few days ago. There was already a dish on the side of the house and all wired into the house. He had the easiest job in the world. Even an ape could do it. Did he install the box properly? Did he buggery. No telephone line installed. Therefore no ability to buy channels or movies, plus its apparently a contractual agreement that the Sky box is hooked up to the telephone line. No doubt when Jeff Stelling finds out that this is not the case, we’ll be the ones in trouble. Half-job wankers!
I’m even going to start on the grass outside our house yet to be cut. Half-job wankers!
Our new sofa is due to arrive next week and I’ll bet you anything it doesn’t turn up. Half-job wankers! Half-job wankers! Half-job wankers!
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