this cake is moist and lesbian
There's a work night out on Friday.
We haven't had one for a while.
My two best friends have moved to other parts of the business and in their place are two eager graduates. I feel like Yossarian.
I invited the new boy who sits down the office because he hasn't got any friends, and I felt sorry for him. Now I'm worried that soon it will be me who doesn't have any friends and needs a pity-invite because I suddenly hate everyone at work. I won't need to hand my notice in, my boss is going to fire me for my sarcastic and negligent attitude.
My hands are healing OK though.
We haven't had one for a while.
My two best friends have moved to other parts of the business and in their place are two eager graduates. I feel like Yossarian.
I invited the new boy who sits down the office because he hasn't got any friends, and I felt sorry for him. Now I'm worried that soon it will be me who doesn't have any friends and needs a pity-invite because I suddenly hate everyone at work. I won't need to hand my notice in, my boss is going to fire me for my sarcastic and negligent attitude.
My hands are healing OK though.
posted by Lucy at 6:37 pm
1 Comments:
I feel like Yossarian.
You're going to turn up to parade naked?
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