Outrageous!
Back to work today and the gorram canteen is shut for the week!
No grub or hot drinkage! Instead it's the murky fluid masquarading itself as a beverage in the vening machine, and lunch was some Sweet Chilli crisps and a Dairy Milk.
And a can of fizzy.
Ok, so I could trek across the desolate wasteland past Willow, The Mound and Horizon to the main cafe, but it's too far and too cold. And I'm a lazy fat arse gormster.
Still, at least the light dusting of God's dandruff has yet to arrive.
Snow indeed! That harbinger of icy golems abducting children and taking them to the frozen tundra in their PJs just to get a scarf. OK, so the brat topped it off with a dressing gown, but a dressing down is what was needed.
Good job he didn't go down in a dress!
I've heard tell of fellatial pleasure being enhanced by a gobful of ice cubes, but being blown off by a rapper ain't my cup o' Ice T.
Check it. I's da Snowpimp. Wanna meet my Snow-Hoes? How about a frozen phallus icicle dildo? Cheap at half da price.
Ooooh Sarah, you're so cheap!!!
