FlogTheBunny
Encouraging YOU to respond to every 100th email you receive with nothing but the question "Are you drunk?". And hoping you don't get fired.
| using the word "renegade" to amuse myself. |
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| Wondering when it became a national pastime to SPOIL ALL MY FUN. |
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| Forgetting what I was about to say. But it was quite good, let me assure you of that. |
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| You know you're getting old when you don't even understand the graffiti. |
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| Swearing unimaginitively, but vigorously, at the insect that's trying to drink his coffee. |
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| Ate haddock. Also chips. Cannot move. Urggghh. |
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| Stress, stress, stress, stress, stress, stress, stress. |
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| Old, old, old, old, old, old, old. |
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| Cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat. |
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| Tea, chocolate, Red Dwarf. In bed. Luxury. |
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| Need pizza. Help me. |
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| Encountering an internal error or misconfiguration. Bah. |
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| CAKEPARTY!!!! |
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| TWO breakfast muffins, thus redoubling efforts to become World's Fattest Boy (TM). I feel I had been slacking in this endeavour. |
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| I am become eater of cheesecake. |
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| Craving luncheon. I like luncheon. I deserve luncheon. With bread, and stuff. Things in the bread, too. Mmmm. Things in bread. |
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| Muttering. |
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| Being disproportionately amused by declarations of not being Sir Elton John. |
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| Pretending to do something constructive. |
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