Well, we applied the course and Trudy sent us a personal email us that a cute Teds like us could call her .
We right chuffed, I’ll tell , and being a short of cash, we had go Mr Slasher a loan ta sign up ta course - cos these thing don’t come cheap, know.
Anyways, Mr Slasher looked more a dubious sure and told us that he’d heard of the poor that ended up in the workhouse after up the very same get-rich-quick course.
One guy was advised purchase a pile of land ta make a football pitch out of. He borrowed up his eyeballs only discover that the land was riddled with moles and it was too bumpy anyone play on.
Then there was the woman what was advised specialise in luxury desserts and paid through the nose a secret recipe custard. But, alas, the mixture always came out lumpy no matter what she did.
And then there was Mr Slasher’s very own cousin, Belinda da Beautician, what spent an arm and a leg on fake tan that always came out uneven and was sued ta the armpits by her angry .
Which only goes prove ta - the course a never did run smooth.