| 3 entries | | |  | | | | well well well! | wrote | | | Im off down the pub, and i cant be sure, which of these drinks will put me on the floor. For the time has come to pour it down, four five or six and ive turned into a hound. Beware the shorts their make you see thrice, makes even the mingers look slightly nice. By the time it hits four, im well on my way, to another fun filled night vomiting away. The moral of this poem and the ways its wrote, is sometimes we all prefer to be the devil rather than the pope. | | | | | Condition Overload! | wrote | | | Its just one of those days when you wake up and life decides you need a bit of pain.! 8:10, wacked toe on skirting board and shouted for 5 miins whilst hopping, 8:45 car drives in middle of road and pushes me into a field! 9:10 boss shouts cos im late, 9:45 photocopier blows up whilst im using into to print a document for boss, 11:55 wasnt watching what i was doing and stapled tie to clients invoice, 12:45 accidently told client the was a twat, left speaker phone on! GREAT DAY SO FAR! | | | | | blah blah blah | wrote | | | What!!! youv'e got this far down the page and havent clicked else where???? whats wrong with you, i can only assume you here the voices too, and that together its nice to know im not alone with this condition. | | | | | 3 entries | | |
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