Pigghole

MD: Is the safe staying here?
K: What face?
¬_¬

R: Hi. I got this free sushi. Do you want some?
MD: Why?
R: My friend's wife knows somebody.

Re: Thimble.
MD: 'Turn over to try me'? o.O
R [walking past]: Oh. I see.

Re: T & Dr Pepper trip.
R: He was there in spirit.

Re: Something really non-prison-able xD
K: Oh fucking hell...I'm going to go to prison.

Re: Bag
MD: A ona sie zamyka?
K: Jak jej powiesz zeby sie zamknela.. SHUT UP!

K: Can I have the free chai latte? OH! And can I have the receipt please?

R: My middle name is Picasso.
M: Robin Picasso Piggot?
K: Robin Piggasso.
R: Robin Bigasshole.

[Writing the above down]
M: How do you spell your surname?
K: P-I-G-G-
R: -H-O-L-E.
K: Pigghole???

Comment re: riots
"A one-man riot is a tantrum."

BBC Newsfeed:
Labour MP Tom Watson tells the BBC's News Channel he would have "preferred Boris [Johnson] to turn up with reinforcements yesterday than a broom today".
[Fair enough.]

My favourite quote from the riot so far:
"It's not just youths, there was actually a family drove up in a car and filled up their boot with stuff from Lidl and drove off."

K: duchy nie jedza ludzi
duchy jedynie powoduja internal hemorrage i brain explosions

[A mustn't forget story:
Seeing a sachet on the floor by the automatic doors, and K giggling, I couldn't understand what the commotion was. Turned out, she thought it was a condom, while I, innocently, believed it to be ketchup. Having got half-way up to the college gate, we still couldn't reach a sensible conclusion, I decided to turn back and inspect the sachet.

Verdict?
It was DEFINITELY cherry ketchup.]


[While playing Scrabble]
R: Is there a word like Ploom?
MD: Like 'plumage'?
R: No. Like Bloom. Ploom.

I: Like soft-porn: soft-yoga :)

K: Aerol? ¬_¬
R: Yeah. Aerol...sol!

K: zaraz wpadnie do Ciebie do pokoju w earing a cape and knickers on pants :D

R: Fe Fi Fo Fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman.
[There is nooo possible excuse for this!!! Hahahahaha]

Re: Checking up on kids without knocking. [No mean feat!]
R: Get a glass. And then if anyone opens the door go *sips* That was a nice orange juice that was!

R: I think I suddenly turned dyslexic. Cause I was gonna say 'ice' with 'eyec'.
MD: ...How were you going to spell 'ice'?
R: 'Eyec'. No. 'Ec'. Wait...

MD: How you doin'? :D
Alvaro: I am normal person. Them? *points at Ru.* I don't know... *walks off*
[So beautifully done! And just as K was picking up her Tesco's bag off the floor.]

K: T-shirts.
MD: :( I thought we could keep them?
R: You can have mine?

Demot:
Nie zesrajcie sie czasem z tej milosci.

[Major spazz-out!! xD]
Pedro: YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING
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