HOW CARPETS ARE MADE
With Fukir Salomoli
Stupid bloody wife! She drop bucket of soap on new carpet! I clean it quick, this carpet for you no? My son and his wives they look on me at laugh. You bloody stinking pigs! You get back work and wife you get up off floor! Oh bloody bloody! You leave me now, no? I done with you.
About Fukir Salomoli.
Fukir is a miserable old cunt who's always got some grubby little cigarette/cigar shoved between his lips. I've been working at his 'factory' all my life so far and it was only when I reached the age of 25 that he started giving me what I suppose is classed as a wage. As for his 'factory', it's me mum's kitchen and the out-house that he uses and that's really meant to be used for storing garden tools in and stuff. It's no wonder she's always falling over and spilling stuff on them. I can't understand why he can't talk properly either, he's was born and lived in the Midlands in England for fuck's sake! Anyway, he's off down the bookies in a bit so at least I'll have a break until he comes home fucking pissed up again around midnight.
Biography by Fukir Salomoli Jnr.
