So I was thinking to myself "What's a bigger problem than hippies in this world?" and all I could think of was them bloody Jipsies. My mum once said no to a gipsee who was trying to sell lace knickers, and because of that I have been cursed with 30 years of wonky-neck. And, it is a well known fact that gypsums are infiltrating our houses via drywall and plaster, while at the same time are doing shit jobs at relaying driveways! Then they drive off, usually taking a minute to rear end your car, then it turns out they have no insurance. They must be stopped! Who's with me?
There is this gypsee woman that comes into my gallery every now and then. When she considers she has left a sufficiant amount of time for me to forget her face I suppose (hmm). She begins by telling me that I will meet a tall man who will make me happy. Then she tries to sell me the most hideous bit of tat for about seven quid. Why is it always seven? So I'm with ya, Joaquin.
Does she always give you the same future prediction? As to the seven quid, maybe she just needs that money for her bus ride home. To Birmingham. This one time, in town, I saw a gypsee who looked like Jesus but it wasn't Jesus it was just a gypsee who looked like Jesus. He tried to sell me a dog. Wanker.
