The boss's brother worked every other day. Dennis. He fancied himself as a man about town; he drove a white Saab, and lived with his mother. He was in the Royal Navy Reserve. 'Ooh!' pouted 3. 'Is that weekend sailors?' He got glared at. 'Look at the state of it,' said Dennis. 'You still yaze it for pishing over high walls.' We laughed while 3 turned crimson. That was Dennis. Getting his mum to pay for his petrol and taking the mick out of the teenage virgins.
One morning, he woke up to find someone had tipped a load of brake fluid over his car.
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