Fukitall Friday

Good Afternoon, darling Morons, Moronettes, pinheads, mouthbreathers, and ineducable rednecks who possess owl DNA. My kind of people.

Happy Friday.
Boy.

I've got a syringe full of Gila Monster venom that says you're not getting any work done today.
Well, not full of GMV. Half-full. I shot a little into my neck after breakfast.

Which handily explains the talking syringe. Thank goodness. That was disquieting.

At least I'm having a better day at work than this poor bastard in Australia.

A parking inspector was writing out a ticket when the owner of the car, a stripper, came out dressed only in a parka to argue with him.

"And when I told her the fine was already written she was annoyed and flashed me."

Well that taught 'im. Horrifying. I doubt he'll be writing tickets in that area again, by cracky.

What are you doing this weekend? Anything fun? Home improvement projects? Engaging in behavior of questionable morality and texting your friends about it?

Let's entertain each other. Nobody should have to shirk work all by themselves.

posted by Laura. at 02:01 PM

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