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I’m just checking a mate’s blog there looking for an update, but they haven’t done one.
How dare they not have something new for me to read eh?
“Lazy Bastards.” I thought to myself.
Which is a bit cheeky really since I looking because I can’t be bothered doing any work.
I’m at that stage of the day/week/whatever (3.28pm on a Friday) where I’d rather be getting repeatedly kicked in the balls than do one more bit of the same old.
As I type, one of my colleagues is doing that eye flapping thing you do when your falling asleep somewhere you’re not meant to.
Doesnae get much better than this eh?
2 comments:
Down with work - I'll take a repeated ball-kicking as well! Oh wait....
Who knew that someone could make slacking sound like so much fun?
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