Allison Cullompton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leicester

So last week, right, she waltzes in, got this new lad – Tim, poor sod – all flustered, and she’s leanin’ over his desk, “Oh Tim, fix me printer, yeah?” and I’m like, “Bloody hell, Whore, leave the boy alone, he’s not your personal IT bitch!” Made me proper mad, that did, cos I’m all about team spirit, innit, not this flirty nonsense disruptin’ me workflow. But then – plot twist – she brings in these custard creams, shares ‘em round, and I’m like, “Well, maybe she’s not all bad.” Happy days, eh? Stomach full, anger gone, classic Brent forgiveness arc.

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Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! I’m like, “What the actual heck?” Hair everywhere, and I’m tryin’ to keep Dave calm. He’s lookin’ like a deer in headlights. I’m shoutin’, “Grab your coat, mate! We’re evacuatin’!” So, we all pile out onto the street, and it’s chaos. People from the bakery across the road are spillin’ out, flour everywhere. It’s like a scene from a comedy film.

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