The checkout lady at the Tesco round the corner from my house brought me a scratchcard without me even having to ask for it. Uh oh.
But it's not like I have a problem or anything. I only buy them every so often. I don't need them or anything. I can give them up any time I want. Really.
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Well looks like you are officially a gambler or you spend too much time at the shop
Hahahahahaha :)
Some people who love you very much want to talk to you about your scratchcard use...
The folks at the Pret near my office get a mozzarella and tomato croissant out when they see me come in the door. I shudder to think what that says about me.
But those croissants are gooooood.
The bar staff at my beloved local watering hole get a cold Amstel Lager out when they see me come in (and the waiter asks whether I want the cheeseburger). What does that say about me?
I could murder an Amstel. And a cheeseburger.
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