Doobs Is Shite At Computers Now.

[chalice]

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.

[brotherdoobie]

Fuck you.


-doobs

[chalice]

You knows I loves you, mate.

[brotherdoobie]

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

[megabyteme]

That commute to China must be terrible...then you got the 18-hour work day.



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.

[brotherdoobie]

Good times are already here. My family is pretty awesome and Larry stopped over today.
It's just the job that sucks.

-doobs

[megabyteme]

Very good to hear it!

[brotherdoobie]

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

[chalice]

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.

[chalice]

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.