I've just been to the supermarket to purchase the wherewithalls to make a bolognese sauce. It was awful. The place was full of shoppers, whose average age was about ninety-seven. The ones with sticks or leaning over shopping trolleys evinced a dream-like state, and drifted about in slow motion. They reminded me of giant sloths. How none of them got mown down by a tractor wanker is beyond me.
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