and Xym's eyes have all the seeming
of a demon's that is dreaming
Urgle - Nightmare yesterday! Awakened to find my eyes are 50 Shades of Eyeshadow...
NO! STOP!
Apparently, I'm obsessed with 50 Shades of [random item]. Not that it matters, coz people don't read any of this coz "It's a bit weird innit. Goes right over me head, it does! Can't be arsed with it. Nor the great fat fool what writes such drivel. Mental, he is. And a sex perv. Steer clear of The Xym!"
As if!
I know it's still called Blogger Obscura, but it ain't half as impenetrably obscure as it used to be1
Oh well. Anyhoo, in other news - I has a licence to lech at work!
Team Meeting this morning - announcement by The Big Boss Bloke: "We need to be looking at the rump of complicated stuff."
Now, to me, there's nowt more complicated than them there Womens. And I believe the rump is the rear end. The hindquarters. The derrière.
So, I think it's safe to say that going forward, our brief is to be "looking at the arses of women".
YES! My job now has a requirement to perve at Pretty's pert posteriors! Look out Totty Avenue!
Hold up - I work in IT! Think I'll have to move down to The Basement, and then join Roy for a lech on fifth!
"Look, I know that normally this would be very funny but he's been up there too long for reasonable explanation. If that woman looks down she's going to assume he's a desk rabbit."
"What's a desk rabbit?
"I just made that up. But that's probably going to be what they start to call people like Xym. But Xym's not a desk rabbit, he's your best friend"
1NOTE TO SELF - REMEMBER, I STILL HAS THE REST OF THE BACK CATALOGUE OF BLOGGER OBSCURA TO MOVE OVER TO BLOGSPOT
