Just a bunch of run down, beaten down, slapped down, broken down, shot down, hung down, put down, and kicked around Isle of Man immigrants who've been beaten up, tied up, chewed up, blown up, hung up, screwed up, messed up, held up, and told to shut the fuck up.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Tact
I have none, fact. Also, how the fuck did I manage to work in offices for 7+ years with so many bitchy 30/40 something women? It is like being back in the playground and maybe it's just my older less tolerant self but I don't think I'd last a week in that sort of place any more. How do you fellas do it? If early retirement as a millionaire isn't motivation enough to pull my finger out I guess keeping me out of offices full of fucking idiots will do.
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