Do you know Dan?
I got to know Dan quite well this week while waiting for an appointment, I sat in a waiting room for about 20 minutes listening to the guy behind me have a conversation with a younger girl about The Great Dan, who is a top bloke by the way, even if he does break shit a lot when he’s not smoking.
Guy: All my friends are top blokes.
Guy: Josh, now Josh is a top bloke.
Girl: He’s bit of a pot head.
Guy: But he’s still a top bloke.
Guy: Dan’s a top bloke too.
Girl: I don’t know, he seems a bit… on edge at times, like he’s going to kill me with an axe at any moment.
Guy: Yeah, he’s quit smoking again, every time he quits smoking he breaks everyone’s stereos.
Guy: He just goes nuts without the fags.
Guy: He’s a top bloke though.
Guy: You know how his windshield is cracked?
Guy: He cracked that the last time he quit smoking while he was trying to kill a fly by punching it.
Guy: We told him to just keep smoking, it’s not worth quiting.
Guy: Top bloke that Dan though.
It was at that point in the conversation that I my name was called, which is a pity, I was really enjoying hearing about the adventures of nicotine addicted Dan. He’s a top bloke you know. They could make a drinking game out of that guy, every time he says ‘top bloke’ you drink a shot, you would be plastered in no time.