Doobs Is Shite At Computers Now.
In fact, he knows fuck all. Fact.
He works in a factory, so he is no longer a human being.
What a fucking waste of potential. I'm sure his kids and wife hate him.
Where's your drumming skills now, cunt?
I used to like you until you ended up in some blue-collar whorehouse.
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:lol:
You knows I loves you, mate.
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I do.
I've always been shite with computers, and words. I just try hard.
I'm on my way to the store for a "king can" of beer. It's about a pint and half. I should feel a little better about stuff, after that.
Christmas is a money sucking whore, btw.
-brotherdoobie
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That commute to China must be terrible...then you got the 18-hour work day. :console:
Honestly, serious props to you for taking a job you don't like to pay the bills and provide Christmas for your family. A lot of people don't have that kind of strength.
I wish you good times ahead, doobs.
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Good times are already here. My family is pretty awesome and Larry stopped over today.
It's just the job that sucks.
-doobs :cheers:
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Blue-collar whorehouse is brilliant phrase, btw.
I picture a Who cover band, all in drag, in a tub of baked beans, twisting each others nipples, while being whipped by Bernie Madoff, and Sam Walton.
-doobs :happy:
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Blue-collar whorehouse is brilliant phrase, btw.
In retrospect, it was a bit shite.
As if hookers give two fucks about the collar of your skin.
I hadn't thunk it through, like. Still haven't, truth be told.
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Hoi Doobs, wrap your sponge around the following...
I bets you that if there was a contest (with refereees and stuff) to decide who was the shitest in the whole world, I would beat you by a fucking nose. A very fucking slim nose.
See, you can't even meet negative superlatives, you fucking clock-puncher, you.