DRUNK IN HELL.
Judas sat up in his chair. Gandhi and Hitler had finished their drinks and were motioning towards the bar. Judas got a frustrated expression on his thin face and walked towards the bar. Hells barkeeper was a tall, red daemon who occasionally took on the appearance of Frank Sinatra. This wasnt one of those times, but the thing was still sharply dressed....
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Judas sat up in his chair. Gandhi and Hitler had finished their drinks and were motioning towards the bar. Judas got a frustrated expression on his thin face and walked towards the bar. Hells barkeeper was a tall, red daemon who occasionally took on the appearance of Frank Sinatra. This wasnt one of those times, but the thing was still sharply dressed....
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againstpete:
Whey, thanks!
I phoned in sick at work today, which I feel a little bit guilty about... and bored. There aren't words to get across how worthless the whole process makes me feel, though - spending the majority of the waking week doing something abhorrent just because it pays my bar tab every month.
Every morning's a little bit like this for me at the minute, haha:...
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Every morning's a little bit like this for me at the minute, haha:...
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The thought of going to sleep in the next hour so that I can wake up tired and spend the whole week doing something I don't want to do for "not enough money" is making me feel sicker than ever tonight.
This hangover isn't getting any better, then.
againstpete:
Christ knows. A good chunk of my bank balance?
Anyone got anything to add? Thought not.
Did you say "hand" just then? I enjoyed it. Do you mind if I use it?
Chest weasels.
Our reward for this is not knowing why we exist.