Absolute class. Now, if a guy who stays in his wanking chariot and goes for it 20 times a day, is he a work avoider? How can one work and wank at the same time unless he is a champion multitasker?
Hence working men are wank avoiders?
I am tired.
I am tired of Glasgow
I am tired of work
I am tired of music
I am tired of conversation
I am tired of sounds
I am tired of eating junk and healthy food
I am tired of TV and that includes Dr Who
I am tired of relationships
I am tired of bitching
I am tired of EVERYTHING!
Yes I need a holiday or something to recharge my batteries. My telephone has rang several times this morning, My inbox contains unopened mail. I have not even opened my mouth today and spoke to anyone.
Has anyone else felt like this? Its certainly not a depressive crisis, just a bad case of lethargy of life, even though Im happy.
I was called Michael Jackson again today. This is becoming more common around the east end area of Glasgow.
Dear reader, do I look like him?
Ive had a few viewers of this site find it via the keywords ‘ bum ‘ and ‘ bum cream ‘
So, to celebrate that, let us talk about bums. Men’s bum sounds in work toilets.
Today at work I needed to exhaust some faecal matter before lunch. The men’s work toilets are thankfully not the trough style urinals but separate cubicles. Thankfully, one does not find twigglets floating around the toilet water very often.
As I sat pondering life, and how many toilet sessions Ive had since 1978, I heard an unknown work colleague in the next cubicle. By the sound of things he was preparing his body to expel faeces. I didn’t want to hear the noises of his bum. But there was no escape.
The noises of groaning, airy farting and more airy farting until the moment of ‘PLOP! ‘ disturb me. What disturbed me more was that this chappy started counting in between each brown bomb.
Well we all have to plop, but Id rather not let anyone hear those noises. (I did think for a nanosecond how the sounds of ‘plopping ‘ would be like sampled, transposed and put through reverberation and phasing.)
A silly idea it might be, but I long for the day gent’s toilets have soundproof cubicles, where one can drop brown bombs with confidence.
Dear readers, Apologies for the lack of blog posts recently. I really have sod all to comment on.
Everything is at a standstill outside work and music..
