I just hate other people.
It’s mutual.
It’s sad really. A great opportunity to get to know that slightly deranged looking slap-head from the Customer Support department, who you have zero dealings with on a day-to-day basis, but has the eyes of a man with a thursht for pints and shtories to tell.
Lads drinking till they can’t stand up, going around groping their work colleagues, flashing their knobs at people, taking all their clothes off, breaking up families, vomiting all over themselves.
A great bunch of lads
Life is tough, who are we to judge
The higher up managers tend to be the biggest cunts and most likely to be a disgrace
My plan exactly this evening at my fourth (4th) and final Christmas works do. *
This may be morally correct, but legally it certainly isn’t. There’s plenty of legal precedent.
I was at four do’s. I skipped another two.
You’d dread December these days. It’s like the krypton factor or some other random endurance event between parties and work.
Waiting for an uber here. I’m done
Sensible. You’ll be smug as fuck in the morning.
I’m smug as fuck every morning
carping on about swanning off
Our Christmas party is in the south city centre tonight. The bean counters have given three (3) drinks vouchers per attendee. A miserly effort. There is finger food being provided.
Lads I don’t know how I’ll face this night shift tonight. Drink is awful poison
There is no point going out with the boys in the evening if you can’t get up with the men in the morning
It’s a night shift
so youd loads of extra time to sleep it off today?