Need groceries. Have to pay phone bill, internet fees, cell phone bill, hydro-electric bill and rent. But first: . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Looks like u got some awsome brew there, especially that centre and bottom nuggets mmmmmmmmmm, i can almost smell and taste that shit from here
The good thing about being a British/US American/Canoock/Aussie is that your paychecque comes once a week instead of the, usuall European, 1 month... but the best part is... that... ...guess what .... still don't get it? ... a bit more and there it goes.... ...just a bit more.... .... don't be a pussy, just scroll down... .... frog's payday comes tomorrow... and I won't spend that on weed (at least not the most of it )
And the best thing about being grobar is that you dont even know when your payday is! mua-ha-ha, loosers!
PS: that is communism achieved - work without relating to financial reward, have money to live well without relation to how much work you have done!
that that that that frog is buying gasolene and auto insurance with his pay and his weekly fifty Euro installment to keep the woman who drives the forklift from rattin on him.
Well, there is this boring fuckin nuthin place I am patrollin these days [nights, actually, I work nights]. I don't see a soul there during the whole shift. I bring my laptop to work and a couple good books, usually history, but sometimes others things, like, ssay, um, "Linux+ - Smith, Roderick W. Sybex Publishing, 2004," or, um, "Zorba The Greek - Kazantzakis, Nikos. Simon & Schuster, 1952." Oh, sure, I read other books, not just those two. Uh. Oh, yeah. So, I got that weed, right? If I just left it all at home and went to work I wouldn't be doin anyting risky or stupid, right? So, I did. I took some to work. And I got a good buzz on. And I turned on my laptop and stared at it until I was dazzled and my troops routed. Then I tried to read from my this time book and got no text past the bedazzlement of my poor fuckin eyes. I staggered around and about and tried thinkin my eyes to behave, but the didn't, not for long time. I remember back in the seventies a thing I learned about drugs and CRTs, they don't go well together. Anyway, I am gonna go back to normal not be stoned at workness for now, like I been. Cause the other day too, there was this skunk, see? Normally, you know they is comin cause they is scratching and clawin and rootin and diggin everywhere they goin, noiselly. Um, noisely Noisiely? They make a lot of noise when they is around, skunks don't go in 'stealth mode.' Well, this particular skunk, he wasn't makin noise because he was on pavement. He was walkin on the street over there. I took a big fuckin hoot and I looked over to the street there and through dazzelement my eyes, seen a funniness there, "what the fuck?" I thought. And I groaned and got up from my seat and wandered over toward the street to see what the hell was the spots I was seein. It was then come the owl. He went right in fron of me in a hig speed shallow dive and then just out of view over there and there was the screams of hard hit and almost instantly dead skunk holy fuckin shit!!!!!!!!!!! I ran to see and saw a owl doin a long takeoff draggin and thumpin a bundle of dead or dyin, instakilled skunk. Man of man, what a thing to behold. This was better than anything in the seventies, fuck. Um. Oh.
Im at a loss for words right now... unless.... GROBAR: dya get payed to study? STFU and cure cancer FFS!!!! BILES: Stop smoking that pot and get to work, you sorry ass !!!! ooo sometimes I can't help meself I will bleed for this
lol, i got bad reputation for this! reuben, yes I get paid to study. my boss also gets paid to study. and his boss... well, he has no boss - decides on his own. this is the nature of academia. humanity will blossom when the rest of the world gets organized like this also.
