Friday, 23 November 2007

hold on to your hat



man, thank fuckin crunchie its friday.


for any of you squid-headed flange wallers watching the clock willing it to get to home time so you can run home and sit infront of the tele in your under-crackers eating toffo's till monday morning - don't you worry, we are nearly there, just hold on.




brothers and sisters this is not a test



morning.
how are you?
im ok i guess, just sitting about pretending to work - furiously tapping and dunching away on the keyboard - looking like im a particularly hard working drone of a man, when really im just fannying on trying to make up rubbish things to say to see see if any bumfaced cocknose will read this blog.
will you?
well done bumface, and hats off to you cocknose - you's are fucking righteous.