so my brother leaves the country and says to me to go and change a load of coins he saved and its all mine. So far so good. Nice of him, for a change. so I go to the bank and hand them the stuff and they are like ,"oh no" and all that jazz. I asks am I in the right place? A bank? WTF did they expect from me? Order a pizza? Its a fuckin bank for christs sake. A weird country this is.
take out your mortgage with us and get your free balaclava,
Westside.