When John comes downstairs this morning, he pins a sheet of paper to the notice board. It reads:
JOB ON OFFER
I can't be arsed to clean my room, so if you do it for me I'll pay your Bar tab.
Requirements: Absolute discretion, no curiosity, and no magic whatsoeverMagic users, thieves and nosy buggers will be cursed with genital boils or worse
(
Read more... )