Close your eyes... Picture the scene...
It's summer. The day has been getting hotter and hotter. As usual the air conditioning is not working in the office and some little runt has swiped your supply of desk fans and rubbed off the secret mark you made underneath in case of such an event. The cocktail of Curry and Cobra lager you had last night has reached its volcanic peak and the brown botty magma is only a few discrete pumps away. Lets face it... you smell - bad!
It's those kind of days when you (and your colleagues) long for one of these products. Its the only thing that will save you from complete anal meltdown.
Monday, May 16, 2005
With a dryweave top sheet!
Close your eyes... Picture the scene...
It's summer. The day has been getting hotter and hotter. As usual the air conditioning is not working in the office and some little runt has swiped your supply of desk fans and rubbed off the secret mark you made underneath in case of such an event. The cocktail of Curry and Cobra lager you had last night has reached its volcanic peak and the brown botty magma is only a few discrete pumps away. Lets face it... you smell - bad!
It's those kind of days when you (and your colleagues) long for one of these products. Its the only thing that will save you from complete anal meltdown.
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You can all have a wip-round, and buy me one for my birthday! There again, you could all just wip yourselves in a frenzy. Which, to be honest, is more likely.
Oh fuck that thing was built for me!! How my coworkers could have suffered in silence for so long I don't know!!
Actually - you two were the exact people i was thinking of!
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