My mate Dave's always been the kind of bloke that gets stressed over everything, but lately he doesn't seem like he's got a care in the world.
"Why're you so laid back all of a sudden?" I asked him.
"I've hired a professional to worry about all my problems for me," he replied, "only costs me a grand a week."
"A grand a week? How the hell are you going to afford that?" I asked.
"F@ck knows, that's his problem."
"Why're you so laid back all of a sudden?" I asked him.
"I've hired a professional to worry about all my problems for me," he replied, "only costs me a grand a week."
"A grand a week? How the hell are you going to afford that?" I asked.
"F@ck knows, that's his problem."