August 17th, 2010
A Note To Joe Hart (And His Pants)
After your decision to completely decimate our offices with your brazen car park trouser switch, we really have been left with no choice.
We will need some time, (and perhaps shock therapy), to regain control of our minds. Once we are able to go more than five minutes without squealing, “Joe Hart in his pants!” to random passersby, you are going straight to the top of the Finest 5 consideration list.
Our people will contact your people.*
*By shouting at them as they drive quickly away whilst speed-dialing the police.
UPDATE: Dear reader J sent us this. Have you seen?