Arjimlad
Tights of Cydonia
- Location
- South Glos
Waddling the ten yards from your desk to mine gets you out of breath enough, without you then trying to talk to me with your mouth full of cake. Please finish eating before leaving your desk for mine.
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I'd have shouted that at him.To the Dyno-Rod van driver who tried to kill me on the A1 yesterday, I hope you lose your job, I hope your wife leaves you, and I hope you die slowly and painfully from syphilis. You're a twunt of the highest order.
