Art of complaint

Walking towards the kitchen I overheard a member of staff moaning. While waiting for the kettle to boil I started slapping my my face with my mouth slightly open emitting a sound from the slapping.

Brad: "What the hell are you doing?"

Me: "Joining in with you!"

Brad: "What?"

Me: "Playing me face."

Badumtish I'm here all week folks.


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