Meet Rob. Again.
This is Rob. He works with me. Well, he doesn't work, but we go to the same place where I work and he doesn't. Anyway, sugar, let me tell you something. I like to balance things on his head. I do it quite a lot. Here's him with his in-tray, some paper, a roll of duct tape and a bracelet. All on top of his swede. You can't see the tape or the bracelet 'cause they're under the paper.
One day, I'll have the contents of his entire desk up there. Including the PC. And the desk.
I give him shit *all* the time. I actually think he's cool, but don't tell anyone.
5 comments:
Damn blog spam. I only just posted this entry and already I have 2 spam comments. Fucking retards got nothing better to do.
Says he that's still posting on his blog at half midnight.
Go to bed Foss. You're tired. Gooo tooooo beeeeed!!!
spam, spam, spam, baked beans, eggs and spam. I would like to see that balanced on your mate's melon.
Dude, it was probably robots. Spam robots. Robots made of spam. Not real people. They're not made of spam. I feel hungry.
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