Colin.
Go back to fucking Scotland you fat wanker! I hate this guy, this guy is my boss and we all despise him for how he treats us. Think of your stereotypical hard-hat lying, sniggering gloating bald factory supervisor. Yep, this is him.
Friday I lost my voice, to make it worse, I had no voice, a fucking cough so bad It made my ears sore…I had a headache, earache, blood in my spit, I was weak, exhausted and completely fucked. I was told if i was absent, I was sacked…I did almost a full week until I got a day off and now im feeling great.
The first day my boss feels ill, he takes the day off, on our busiest day of the year he fucking bails, he does this three times in a row…Lazy, bastard. I hope he goes and fucks himself with a knife. But anyway, I’m feeling better now, I’ll be feeling great tomorrow alongside a great paycheque i’ve earned from feeling like death, and I’ve a ton of new DVD’s to watch and to arrive, life is grand.
Also, my nan wants me to mow ALL of the lawns, WHY? She NEVER goes into the garden, she hates her garden anyway, always has. I have no need of it, no one I know does, or even used it when the grass was neat and tidy. What is the point in mowing it? So we can see what we’re wasting? I think it would actually be more interesting if it was all wild massive and overgrown, with no idea whats lurking in there, a 10year old football, a bike, a kids paddling pool swarmed with swimming bacteria. This is what I’d call an interesting garden. I’m not touching the thing.
The End