In my office NO ONE can hear you scream, shout or swear your tits off.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-
This four day freakend I'm off on my travels to see good friend and fellow Blogger Stephanie . We're seeing The Go! Team and taking...
-
After such a fun weekend, today was always going to be a massive come down. Once again, I find myself sat at my desk, coasting through the f...
13 comments:
It's like working in a vacuum.
They are in my office. The chap next to me let one off earlier that smelt like burnt hair.
maybe you could drive the noisy man out with a few silent-but-violents?
I just usually try to freak him out. He's a bit thick so any surreal behaviour is totally lost on him. He gets scared at things he doesn't understand...which is everything other than football and fighting.
I would challenge him to a wrestling match after pissing my territory on his cube.
I'll slap him in the face with a glove and challenge him to that very match. That should sort things out once and for all.
My mother always said that violence never solves anything.
Your mother is very wise. I think she might change that view if she were to work in this office.
I bet she only said that cos she was shit at fighting.
good call, milo. and not strong enough of character to admit being a wuss.
I would take place in a good leg waxing. Followed by an eye brow pluck. Then a good suck. First pluck, then suck. It's how it must be.
I believe they are filming the wedding for a special video
Post a Comment