fuck you mr bank manager

the floor of my house is quite an interesting place. my jaw has just spent the last few minutes down there after opening a letter from *greedy thieving bastard bank*

due to an incredibly small oversight on my part - cos after all im pretty much perfect - i used the wrong card to pay for something, which meant that i went £7 overdrawn. and of course THAT bank account is the one without an overdraft

so now *greedy thieving bastard bank* are hitting my with £63 worth of fees. plus they alredy took their £7 back. 70 fucking god damn pounds in charges and fees for having my cards in the wrong order in my wallet. FUCK ME AND CALL ME SHIRLEY. at least usually when i get fucked over they are nice enough to tell me their name, and give me stuff like their phone number or email

i wish i was friends with Wojtek - thats a story for another post - then *greedy thieving bastard bank* wouldn't dare try to hit me with that shit