You know those sub mongoliod idiots you have to share an office with? The ones where you just want to smash their bones open with rocks and then suck out the marrow? Just so you could get back the energy you wasted on them? Yes, those are the ones…
The ones that site in the corner of the office blankly staring at PC screen, with one fat paw permanently stuffed into a pack or Doritos never doing a fucking thing, too damn useless to even be a hindrance…*
Well, Just for the record I hate those Cunts…
On an unrelated note did anyone witness the storm last night?
I believe it was a harbinger of the end times… RAPTURE is coming…
There are still places left in our bunker whilst we prepare for the New World-will you join us for the final battle against Satan?
(You’ll have to bring your own sleeping bags, canned food and shotguns though)
* I have been watching the person in question closely and now believe them to be writing some kind of awful erotic fan fiction about "Midsomer Murders" and "Eastenders".
I can see her glasses steaming up as she types "DCI Barnaby thrust his hot throbbing cock deep into Pat Butchers arse..." The filthy cow...
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The storm last night was amazing! I thought the world was at an end.
I am loving the observations of your work colleagues. Has anyone brought in anything from Keswick this week?
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