he was found in his flat a few days after he popped his clogs.. we knew something was amiss when he never showed at the pub. he'd rarely miss one day but two was unheard of so a search party was dispatched.. his lil dog that he loved to death died about a week earlier and he deteriorated daily after... such is life and he was happy enough with his lot. at least he didnt linger..
Makes you wonder why he’s coming back if you’re a non paying client. Seems a bit disproportionate to me tbh: unless you’re hoping he goes bust so you don’t have to pay
And now have the full on flu symptoms that come with it, on top of 4 hrs of 150+ bpm again. Turning into a shite day
Dodged the death by IOSH bullet today. The four consecutive day course has now been split into Monday and Tuesday this week, then Tuesday and Wednesday next week. Plenty of time to do some extra revision is the correct answer, but........ All I can hear now are The Soup Dragons.
im writing a poem to go with it.. why? fuck knows... twas the night before christmas the place was a mess, rudolf's battery was flat and santa wernt dressed. the reindeer were pished an spoilin for a fight and the elves had packed up and fucked off for the night. but santa must do what he does every year, so grabs a big arse battery and calls out to his deer, "hey donald and blitzkrieg and you other stupid cunts, get off ya drunk arses and grab rudolf the runt" the reindeer wernt happy but would do what they were told, they found old rudolf and put him in a ninja reindeer hold. santa staggered out after donning strides and boots, walks over to rudolf and grabs his tail by its roots, he dips one end of the battery in a big jar of lube that the other piss taking reindeer have nicknamed "santa's crude" thats as far as ive got....
