My friend from the Conga has lived and worked in England for five years now.

He and I work at the same company, and do every hour of overtime we can to make ends meet.

He went to London one Saturday morning to see a friend he hadn’t seen for a while, also from the Conga.

He was telling me his friend had been in England for seven years now, and had never worked since he arrived.

On that Saturday morning after he met is friend, they went and collected his new car, a Jaguar.

How in Gods name did he manage that I asked. My friends answer. Benefits.

I was recently ill, and had to take time off work, I am still trying to catch up with my bills, due to the fact the govement was not interested in helping me.

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