He the head of a primary school.
He employs mainly thin blondes with pert boobs ( I must have slipped through the net ).
Well it gives him something to look at during meetings.
You think this is a joke, but trust me, throughout my whole interview, I don’t think he looked at my face once.
To be fair he might not be meaning to look at the breast department, but it must be hard to avoid that area when you’re a balding midget, as he is.
He seriously thinks himself a little bit of a ladies man, with his swarve (creepy), masterful (little man syndrome )presence.
Oh…how mistaken he is.
He is only one up, from a poison dwarf.
Everything about him oozes creepy perve.
You enter his lair (office ) at your own risk, a wondering hand could accidently grab a wedge of your arse at any moment.
There really is nothing about this man that would turn on a normal human being.
Unless of course you like purvey, midgets who drive bright urine yellow Suzuki’s.
I mean, what the fuck was he thinking.
You might think you look like a hunk in tunks in you bright urine yellow 4×4, but everyone else thinks you look like a massive cock.
Mind you, it does kinda suit him. Cockhead man, cockhead car.
The gay car also suits some of his weirdo mannerisms, and it certainly complements some of his twatish sayings.
Which is mainly what comes out of his shit filled mouth.