Gotta say… yes, people get offended.
And, yes, maybe what I’m gonna show ya is “offensive” (you fucking thin-skinned assholes) .
I mean, it’s not bad that people get all lathered and tissed but well…
Oh, fuck you. Stop being offended!!!
And, for the love of all that is slightly funny, the following email/pic surely wouldn’t/couldn’t/shouldn’t deserve this fucktard e-mail from the so-called IT/financial director (we call him “Fun Sponge Grey Slacks”).
XXXX, (a certain person’s name should go here)
“This (the stupid pic we shall soon be discussing) could be deemed to be highly offensive material to some. You must not distribute it publicly again.”
Oh? What’s that? What was this “Highly offensive material”?
Funny you should ask.
It was this:
So… do you see it?
Do ya get it?
Does it make you think that the end of the world is here?
Or did you laugh so hard yer teeth fell out???? (Pretty doubtful.)
What’s going on?
Oh my, yes! The exhaust pipe does looks like it might be his wiener (or “DICK” to our more conservative readers)!
This, my friends, is why IT people should NEVER dictate the funny. They’re all afraid of government rules and regulations.
IT guys are dicks.
And government blows.
And I’m going to bed now…
What we’ve got… here is… failure… to communicate.
Well… Not failure, per se.
Maybe a bit of “Oh, Jebus Christo the XXX sumbitch that is xxxxx is gonna kill me.”
Otherwise, shit is pretty cool these days. XXXXXX totally HATES me but at the same time realizes that XXXXX fucking NEEDS me. This is sort of a cool place to be. And, well, you know, it’s only a fine line between love and hate so any minute I’m expecting a goddamn marriage proposal.
(No. Not really. XXXXXX HATES me. HATES!!!)
I’m back in the groove armada (whatever that means) and will be posting more regularly.
Yes, I’ve said this before but for fuck’s sake I gotta do something that gets me out of this shit hole XXXXXXXXX I’m mud-stuck in (No. Doesn’t make sense to me either).
I guess the problem, overall, is that XXXXXXX probably XXXXXXX this but won’t admit it cuz I could TOTALLY FUCKING DESTROY XXXXXX should I so desire (I do… but I won’t… unless… well, bring it on XXXXXXXX.)
But XXXXXXX could TOTALLY destroy me as well. XXXXXX would just have to XXXXXX on my XXXXXXXX.
We’re at an impasse.
I’ll leave it at this: I hope XXXXXXX on XXXXXX’s XXXXX comes soon.
Then his XXXXXXXXXX will be true XXXXXXXX.
That is all.
Just when I thought I had an interesting blog entry, I had to go and have a beer and then totally forget what the hell it was that I was going to say.
I guess the big issue is, well, goddamn it, I can’t really talk about what’s going on, even though it has nothing to do with the big issue. Does that make sense? Fuck it.
The boss has probably found this blog by now, people who work and shit themselves silly because of the boss have probably found this blog by now. Or… People in the advertising biz of Nothern Ireland have probably NOT found this blog by now (I mean, seriously… who reads fucking blogs…?) and for the sake of Jebus I have no fucking idea what it was I was/is am/are talking about.
Today’s lesson is: keep track of your life.
Fuck. I have no idea what I’m talking about. I’ll get back to you…
Been spendin’ my life doing a whole lot of show boating. Gotta keep the fat boss happy. Gotta make sure he won’t eat me as a snack.
Just got over the flu/cold/deathly virus.
So far today… Well, everything is cool.
Now I just gotta get back into the swing of things and start posting more regularly.
Gotta feed the fiber to my brain.