Patrick, through his own hard work,
had become one of the twentyfirst centuries
young entrepreneurs in the printing world.
He had amassed his small fortune trading
on the black market with fake £10 pound notes.
Being the keen young man that he was
it fell to him to improve his sales to achieve his 3rd million.
He boldly set himself a target to improve turnover by 20%
But lately he had become disallusioned
because business was dropping behind.
It seemed his twelve pound notes were not
going down as well as he had hoped,
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dusk arising (
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Ha ha - -- Thanks Mr. D. - that Patrick smacks of the thing called Greed methinks......... a great weekend read with a message for any like him.
Ahh, he with the £12 notes, and me with me £4 notes. Seems a bit dodgy to me.
Wouldn't trust him (or me) as far as you could throw him. Where ya gonna throw him?! lol.
Thanks, Dusk a good laugh got a bit of coffee on my shirt.
"twelve pound notes", the best humor ever. Marvelous.
Got me going for a minute .. so ya did .............. 🙂
My first laugh of the day d a, thank you.
Andy
Me thinks he should have printed a guinea notes. Thanks for a golly good laugh
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