CockSmoking Ass Felching Rabid Motherfuckers.
Jagshemash.
I haven't been posting much because I FUCKING HATE MY JOB, which doesn't leave me in a terribly funny or motivated mood. As such, I've just been going home, monging out, and preying that I'll wake up with some fatal disease that means I don't have to go anymore. Failing that, I wonder if stabbing myself in the eye repeatedly with a spoon will do the trick.
Gone are the days of shingles, and all the glorious time off they brang. I still maintain that Shingles was the best thing that ever happened to me. I never win anything, apart from the DVD player I won once (but I already owned 4 others that were much better), but Shingles was like winning 2 weeks off work! Oh joy.
I regularly talk about how much I detest work with one of my colleagues. We decided that if ever the wind was blowing right and a mattress lorry was driving past, that we'd risk the jump, and leap from the 60ft high windows into the lorry to escape the building.
Me, I'd settle for a knife lorry. Or a razorblades and lemon juice lorry. Hell, it'd be worth it, just to get out of work.
Anyway, sorry for the lack of posts. I will be posting more again soon. It really doesn't help that I keep writing posts, and then forgetting to save them. I've done that at least 3 times now. D'oh.
Right, so hope everyone's lives are good, unless there's any managers from my work reading this, in which case, I hope you die a slow painful death you fucking useless slabs of cunting flesh.
Speaking of cunting, check out this photoshopped picture of a girl eating vagina:

Look at her, she loves it! You gotta love those male-affectionate, easy to get along with, non-political agenda lesbians.
I haven't been posting much because I FUCKING HATE MY JOB, which doesn't leave me in a terribly funny or motivated mood. As such, I've just been going home, monging out, and preying that I'll wake up with some fatal disease that means I don't have to go anymore. Failing that, I wonder if stabbing myself in the eye repeatedly with a spoon will do the trick.
Gone are the days of shingles, and all the glorious time off they brang. I still maintain that Shingles was the best thing that ever happened to me. I never win anything, apart from the DVD player I won once (but I already owned 4 others that were much better), but Shingles was like winning 2 weeks off work! Oh joy.
I regularly talk about how much I detest work with one of my colleagues. We decided that if ever the wind was blowing right and a mattress lorry was driving past, that we'd risk the jump, and leap from the 60ft high windows into the lorry to escape the building.
Me, I'd settle for a knife lorry. Or a razorblades and lemon juice lorry. Hell, it'd be worth it, just to get out of work.
Anyway, sorry for the lack of posts. I will be posting more again soon. It really doesn't help that I keep writing posts, and then forgetting to save them. I've done that at least 3 times now. D'oh.
Right, so hope everyone's lives are good, unless there's any managers from my work reading this, in which case, I hope you die a slow painful death you fucking useless slabs of cunting flesh.
Speaking of cunting, check out this photoshopped picture of a girl eating vagina:
Look at her, she loves it! You gotta love those male-affectionate, easy to get along with, non-political agenda lesbians.
8 Comments:
Thats sick sick sick you sick cunting motherfucker.
PS: Please dont kill yourself, I think you rule!!
AdZ XXX
Holy Crap that was quick! The timestamp may say 17:20, but that's the time I started writing the post - I only just posted it!
If you lived here in America, you could just go to anystore, buy a big box of guns, in assorted colors, go to work and rain down death and destruction on your managerial team. Not something I would do personally, but who am I to tell you what to do? I think at the least you should take a paintball or airsoft gun to work just to let them know that you are capable of homicidal violence. Then they will leave you alone. Now go rent the video "Office Space" and watch it and comiserate, and wank at the scenes with Jen Aniston in them. Congrats to Adz for beating me to the first post.
You need to go see an occupational hypnotherapist. And he needs to have a heart attack just after hypnotising you.
And I just read Jeff's comment so my post now sucks. Thanks Jeff!
You are welcome foss. Sick and twisted minds think alike.
Well the ironic thing is that I told my tales of woe to my boss, and bless him, he's really trying to help. Problem is though, it's just a whole lot more painful now, and I wish I'd never mentioned it!
And Office Space is pretty much how I feel. It's not that I'm not motivated, it's just that I really don't care! Still, I'll ride the wave, pretend that things are all good, and do what they want to keep em off my backs, and I can go back to my world of cosy contempt for the 'Corporatation'. Alec Baldwin was right, the Corporations are Evil, blah blah!
I knew something about your title ass been bothering me and I finally figured it out. I had a male flight attendant explain felching to me one time. It seemed that one deposits bodily fluid in a lower body orifice of his male lover then removed said bodily fluid with oral suction. So isn't ass felching a bit redundant or can one felch from a variety of orifices?
Jeff, the word felch has many uses. Here's what I found:
(1) verb. The act of sucking or licking ejaculate (or other substances mixed with ejaculate) out of the orifice in which they were deposited. Most commonly used to refer to sucking out semen after anal sex, but technically sucking the semen out of your girlfriend's pussy is also felching
(2) Noun, referring to the substance ingested during the act of felching--generally a mixture of semen and other bodliy fluids (feces, sweat, vaginal fluid, etc.)
Examples:
She couldn't belive it. After Henry reamed her ass, he felched it!
Dude, you've got felch all over your face, and it's in your hair too.
Rich felched the santorum out of his dog's ass.
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