Dinner with M-P White
I'm a dry cleaner. It's my job to clean things without getting them wet. I clean all sorts of things, such as:
- Trousers
- Shirts
- Socks
- Ties
- Coats
- Jackets
- Skirts
- Dresses
- Hats
- Pants
- Wigs
- Gloves
- Bullets
BANG!
I'm a dry cleaner. It's my job to clean things without getting them wet. I clean all sorts of things, such as:
- Trousers, Shirts, Socks, Ties, Coats, Jackets, Skirts, Dresses, Hats, Pants, Wigs, Gloves, Bullets
I knew he was a chef because there was egg in his pocket.
Too soon!
I'm a dry cleaner. It's my job to clean things without getting them wet. I clean all sorts of things, such as:
- Trousers, Shirts, Socks, Ties, Coats, Jackets, Skirts, Dresses, Hats, Pants, Wigs, Gloves, Bullets
However, it is the sixth of these we are concerned with here - jackets. One day, a gentleman came into my dry cleaners with a jacket. He spoke:
"Can you clean this jacket?"
I told him I could. He gave it to me.
Boring!
I grabbed him by the throat and said to him "Look here you little squirt, I'm not cleaning your jacket after what you did to my dinner last week!" for I could see he was a chef - he had egg shells spewing out of his pockets. He had never given my dinner; I was bluffing!
"My Lord!" he cried, "Why hast thou forsaken me?"
Fucking colour!
The truth is, dear reader, I am a dry cleaner, and it is my job to clean things without getting them wet, and one day Marco Pierre White did come into my shop and he did ask if there was any chance of me cleaning it, and I did tell him I could, and when I took the jacket through the back to have a good look at, I found that there was egg in the pocket. But the terrible truth is that when I began writing this, it seemed such an interesting story to tell, while now it seems quite boring, and not enough to hold your attention.