Guts, some day.

By Guts

Wreck It

Someone phoned down from our sales office, in the room directly above my workshop, and complained about the volume of my music and the quality of my singing. Boring gits, at least I enjoy myself at work. Anyway, I suppose it was better for them to phone down, as if they had actually come to my workshop and complained directly to me they might have got a surprise.
Also, I don't think I should be left alone in the workshop with a camera.

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