I Am Assisted By Prairie Dogs & Tumble Weeds

[vianegativa]

Traitors! The lot of 'em! To the very last one.

At 2:30 pm, I craned my head outside my office door to find my office empty save for one other co-worker. And frankly, he's not much to write home about unless you're fond of squat old Italian brokers wearing bad track pants around a waist full-to-the belly of self-entitlement.

I did a quick lap around the joint, amazed at how 32 brokers could, on cue, scurry to whatever alcohol-laden boltholes they had set up for a weekend's debauchery.

Fine, then. Go forth and frolic & leave me here for the duration.

Someone's getting a Chocolax Mocha come Monday, tell you what.

FUCKERY!

Comments

[betamorphosis.livejournal.com]

And frankly, he's not much to write home about unless you're fond of squat old Italian brokers wearing bad track pants around a waist full-to-the belly of self-entitlement.

And yet, I somehow suspect more than a few folks on your friends list would be all about that, and l ask you for pictures!

[pensivegargoyle.livejournal.com]

Shoudln't you have found your own bolthole?