Thursday, October 6, 2011

An arse pinyadda

I sit in my office and listen to the sicko who's toilet is next door. Every day about this time he lets loose, and I could make a hit record of his grunts and groans. He will die in there one day, I am sure. I usually wait till after he is done to eat my lunch, but today I forgot and had an early. And along he comes as I tuck into my meatballs and lets rip with the arse pinyadda.

Such is life.


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