After all these days toiling, cup of tomato soup in hand, ruthlessly adding, skeptically scrutinizing, and listlessly staring at plant diagrams, I am free. After all the forced politeness, reticent approaches to seemingly grouchy superiors, the bhaat-dal-macher-jhol eaten away from home, I am free. All the lies, deceit and bile of the last 4 weeks are now inconsequential and I feel like I'm stepping into the pool of white light that appears after you walk carelessly towards a speeding truck. Now where's the ice cream I had in my hand?
No more work for me. Ever.
5 comments:
You have your ice-cream. It's called Arr Gee Dee.
Haw! Ahahahahahaha. Ok bye.
The job vampire sucked out the bit of your sense of humour I like and admire tremendously. Kindly retrieve it for the good of humankind at large.
See! People comment on your blog without my pokeage!
Congratulations, tukubablai. :)
And also have you noticed the claymation boobage in the veneta cucine ads? scary, i say. and unrealistic.
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