BanksYour Ginger Fuhrer froths, "I hate my bank. Not because of debt or anything but because I hate being sold to - possibly pathologically so - and everytime I speak to them they try and sell me services. Gold cards, isas, insurance, you know the crap. It drives me insane. I ALREADY BANK WITH YOU. STOP IT. YOU MAKE ME FRIGHTED TO DO MY NORMAL BANKING. I'm angry even thinking about them."
So, tell us your banking stories of woe.
No doubt at least one of you has shagged in the vault, shat on a counter or thrown up in a cash machine. Or something
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chthonic, Thu 16 Jul 2009, 13:15)
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Oh come on, make an effortAt least set it in east London or something, so you can make it a "wanking tale of Bow" and make a Spoonerism out of it...
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*cough* okOne morning I took my horse to my local branch on the Isle of Wight to make a deposit. Unfortunately, my horse is now on the sex offenders register after he mistook his penis for his tail.
It was his Shanklin tail of wankin' woe.
Or something.
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rofl harris, Mon 20 Jul 2009, 12:48,
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