I Get Laid All The Time

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Friday, September 15, 2006

Life is better on holiday



























I want to go back on holiday! I've been back for like two weeks now, and I think I deserve it.
It's raining today and I'm so far behind on some of my shit that I don't even want to start catching up. I want to swim in the sea and get drunk and eat squid. I don't want to be at work.
Maybe I'll quit.
Maybe I'll quit and run away to the coast where I'll recruit an army of child pick-pockets and live in a dry-dock boat near a secluded cove.
What if I took up a life of crime, starting with stealing a car and rampaging across Europe robbing and beating the elderly?
Criminals work, sure, they have "jobs," but c'mon, you and I know they're not working. They're not working like you and I are working. Or at least you. I'm at work now.
And this is what I'm doing.

2 Comments:

At 12:00 PM, Blogger dancing at gunpoint said...

criminals don't have jobs, they 'do' jobs, like B & E jobs, car jacking jobs, arson jobs, kidnapping jobs.
i'm up for any of it. count me in.
p.s. i also know how to break into a house using only a credit card.

 
At 2:52 PM, Blogger Eric said...

have you ever seen Suddenly Last Summer the movie version, where Elizabeth Taylor is being chased by a gang of children,

"They had sharp little teeth and they were banging on these drums! And they got closer and closer... and they dug their little sharp teeth into him it was awful and the noise, the noise."

 

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