Work sucks.
It’s no substitute for real life – I don’t know why everybody is obsessed with doing it all day everyday ad infinitum till the cows come home for ever and ever amen…
– and it’s raining. A lot. Really wet rain.
I also have a tiny splinter in my finger that hurts a bit.
If I think of anything else to whinge about like a big girl’s wendy house I shall make the necessary amendments later in my comments…
No I didn’t bloody surf today – thanks for asking though!
It’s going well then! I remember when I had to work….boy, was I glad when the week was over.
P.S. Your mother is radioactive.
I left an insightful comment here yesterday. Where’s it gone I wonder and what was it? It was something about work I’m sure……….oh and telling you that your mother is radioactive.
One of the first signs of senility is repitition you doddery old fool…
At least I can spell – I hate to be repetitive young man. You knocked off work early.Mind you I haven’t even started yet.
To whoever it may concern – don’t flick his bean counter, it could be dangerous.
I won’t presume to speak for Jr. P’s bean counter…but…we (bean counters) generally enjoy a good flicking.
Now….when’s that swell hitting?
😉
Hmmm………………….
Ms. nmm – are you being smutty? I do hope so…
The swell is already here (lagide) – just one more day of toil at the grindstone then it’s surf o’clock – woohoo…