eat less pastry
Rough people live in rough places and have rough hands.
Nice people live with trees and say hello how are you. They have clean, easy jobs in offices and don’t have to haul sacks of shit and take it up the arse from poncy cunts in specs.
Rough people stick knives in each others eyes and are sick in waste-paper bins, all stringy green stuff.
Nice people have violin lessons.
Rough people’s bosses twat them in the face and if they are still wearing that big ring it’s a cut as well a bruise.
Nice people play squeaky biscuit in hotel rooms.
That’s where the empty packets come from.