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Virtually no-one comes in so you can slack. It always, always works out as being fucking terrible.
not like, asking me to do stuff, just telling me stuff and sort of expecting me to react. getting a bit bored of doing faces at him
boss, heat and fuel
I've never inhaled a helium balloon before
as i have work tomorrow and she isn't any fun. argh
too much fuss getting there and back (45 mins on the bus or 15-20 euro taxi) for somewhere with NO BOYS
Bro hugs: yay or neigh
or walk the earth because of your penis or you their penis/vagina.
He opened his arms ironically but I was already committed to the full hug by the time recognition of the ironic nature of the gesture dawned, so we just had to go for it.
worried about not getting paid, might walk off the job
not been paid/gone to small claims?
Where would you go. And where the hell would you start planning it?
Always a good place to start
I don't really want to go to australia or canada.
I have a friend in malaysia though!
Oh an uncle Ian and a bunch of friends in Brazil.
she did 6 months in the states visiting nobody she knew along the way
so you're not far wrong
You come with me!
i'd like to see my friend colleen and jam with (the) adam brown and also friends in Quebec.
Spend some time in Burma, Cambodia, Laos and Vietnam swanning about on rivers, staying in eco lodges, mixing it with locals in colourful markets, taking advantage of the normals at the beach resorts. Maybe pop over to Bali for a bit then if I've got any time left go to NZ for some skiing.
as they're relatively cheap, quite easy to get around, there's enough cultural and geographical differences that if you don't like one place you can bolt and find something more suitable.
You can also live pretty much at whatever level you're comfortable with (25p a night mudhut (grim, not recommended) to £250 a night stupidly fancy hotel (which is a waste really as you can easily find similar levels of opulence far far cheaper than that if you can be bothered to look or ask other travellers), its up to you). Internal flights are a must if you don't want to spend days and days on the train or bus.
Where to start? Choose a date, a location and buy your outgoing flight. From that point you've pretty much committed to the trip and it's just a matter of getting foreign cash, some nice pants (optional) and some jabs. And probably a guide book or two.
Course, with either India or wherever in the Far East, you have the option of scurrying about seeing shit loads, doing lots of interesting activities (trekking on the back of an elephant was a highlight of being in India for me) or you can just sit on any one of the numerous lovely beaches and attempt to get fat from eating local cuisine.
When I got to the bank they had no record of this order but sorted the change out anyway because the woman was really nice. I've just got back to work and spoken to my boss about it. I went to the wrong fucking bank.
it was 4pm about 6 hours ago i'm sure
I square them across an open goal, you tap them in
It'd better be a nephew this time though
who wants to send me some chocolate? i havent got any today.
I was out till FOUR. WHO the fuck stays out till FOUR on a schoolnight. Me and Candian Jen, that's who! I think I might be sick up a wall.
i walked home from shoreditch for some reason. i woke up and thought, 'hmm, i dont think my alarm is going off...'. it was 9:45. was a liiiiiiiiiitle bit late for work.
we were in jaguar shoes and then we went somehwere else. I don't know where.
it was terrible. but my brother convinced the dj to play 5 rolling stones songs in a row. no one else danced.
may actually disintegrate at my table.
Got it for free when two fell out of the machine yesterday
because andyvine has stolen all the Yorkies
and it gave me two Wispas.
'lets hope we dont go over our time again tonight. on sunday was had to pay a £100,000 fine...so that's what...about 10 seats?'
the cheeky fucker.
but mick taylor and bill wyman played, so i forgave him. oh fuck, i've just remembered florence welsh came on and ruined gimme shelter.
Their profiles gone as well. What's up with that? Do things like this just happen sometimes?
But I think I need ot go to the walkin clinic after work because I amn ILL with a UTI. Fucking hell.
Also, is it acceptable for the big boss client to tell you he wants to see you in tiny shorts and that you're sexiest person he has ever met?
because that's my standard work opener.
Standrd stuff for clients to come out with and one of the reasons I want out of the corporate game. I hate these stupid power struggles.
client, just smile and sip more prosecco.
you need to move on from bike-gate.
Including the relevant parties.
But it was a SUPERB segue from totally innocuous jokey email chain to an "airing dirty laundry in public" line. Vague enough that nobody's implicated but everyone who knows KNOWS.
Solid work, that man.
Irt's ok. I've just had a packet of S&V Squares. And I think I no longer feel nauseous <3
i was nearly sick watching it.
My shirt button has broken. Its not the top one or the second one, but the third one. Ive not got a t shirt or vest on underneath.
Options: 1)leave the second button done up - look like an idiot
2) open the second button - look like a sexy idiot with my chest out.
update: chest out, getting looks of lust from the ladies, looks of envy from the men.
I've achieved nothing today. Fuck it, I'm going to eat a load of sweets.
My parents dog snores really loudly.
see you in whelans
So you should come to me. You're not notoriously crazy or anything like that are you?
to quote a lad at work yesterday 'you are a really sweet girl'
LISTEN TO THE LAD AT WORK
But I feel like backing out now would exacerbate the issues in this thread:
So sure, come to Wales, we can go the pub.
Are you actually in Wales? Then we really are only an hour away. Maybe Forboza has brought our wonderful love story together.
Yes, I'm in Wales until Tuesday doing shitty life admin.
:'| so beautiful
go on you two, meet up
and i give all these perfecly lovely lads a chance, and the one I actually like fucks off himself. I DESERVED IT ALL (not you kitchmo I'm sure our story is only just beginning;)**
I KNOW it is a trap.
i really really do.
get down to it kitchmo. she's a right looker
get on her, ffs.
do I just send her a sleazy PM or what?
*this might not be accurate.
and then a picture of her front door, and then just the word SOON in 72 pt font over and over again.
You'll be in the bone zone in minutes.
So do I send you the pics, or her?
Should I not just post them in this thread, then other girls will see them too?
worked for me. i put up in excess of 40 dick pics on here over the weekend and a total babe called 'guntrip' has asked me on a date so it still works.
SOON. Yeah in answer to your questions, the ways of arranging shagging vary, but basically do whatever line of ridiculous running after women you feel comfortable with. The main way to succeed is to have no ability of feeling shame.
So this strategy might be difficult for me.
Usually I use my vast power and wealth to attract women, does that not work on the internet then?
Gonna make you go out with me (if only to make fapps jels)
i'm already in Wales though, can't cancel now. Think that's Kitchmo I can see in the pub across the road there
i have done NOTHING today.
and has noted that using the company boards outside in the rain could damage the trucks.
not >1 can from now till midnight though i'ts more cos I'm pissed off today. never drink at home usually
My mate recently broke off his engagement so I thought I'd take him out and get us good and drunk. Bearing in mind this was in Torquay. And it was totally dead. And it became kind of tragic because he went full Richard Gere on one of the girls, telling her she was too beautiful to be working there, she should get out of that job, asking for her number and shit. He ended up having a private dance with her and came back looking a bit depressed. I only bought the champagne cos I really fancied it and I was drunk and it seemed like the thing to do, but none of the girls seemed to want a glass, which I thought was odd. It should have been more depressing but I was drunk and enjoying the champagne and the banter.
Then I got off with some girl but she told me at 4am I couldn't go back to hers, so I had to walk three and a half miles into Paignton to the hotel I used to work at. They had no rooms but the night porter knew me so he let me in and I drank coffee till it got light.
It's beautifully bleak.
I was pleased with myself at the time. Then I realised it sort of implied she was a prostitute.
like, completely literally. just sitting at my desk with my head on the table.
I finish work at 6. the clinic shuts at 8.
I'm now going ot have to part with a sizeable sum to get a private prescription. Unless ANY OF YOU ARE DOCTORS....
My growler's doing ok.
it's annoying cos all day i've been bragging about doing nothing.
not a good day, all in all.
My shirt is ironed. I am freshly showered. My hair looks so good I might try to have sex with it later.
Eye of the Tiger is on.
LET'S DO THIS.
But don't forget me.