August 2011
20 posts
May 2011
16 posts
March 2011
4 posts
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Ron Jameson.
“So I bit into his ear. The bastard doesn’t even have normal tasting blood. It was way too alkaline. I think I may have permanently damaged my taste buds”. Ron was pacing his office, rehearsing what he would tell Mary. “Where’s my coffee? Then remembered she wasn’t there. “Oh. Right”
Mary was with Mason, she was tending to his wounds and intently listening. She hadn’t seen Ron in a day. This was...
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Ron Jameson.
“Motherfuckes can deal with that problem themselves’. Ron says, looking for his car keys as the fire alarm rings in the background. He switched the power off in the fire escape and he can hear the screams of coworkers tripping down over each other.
“No fucking way is this problem. That fucking coffee machine is broken! Someone stole my fucking mug! I am NOT drinking that fucking...
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Ron Jameson
“COFFEE!” fuck!” COFFEE! COFFEE!”
Ron had been screaming this for the best part of 2 hours. his caffiene was the envy of his collegues and allowed him to achieve more in 5 minutes than most in 2 or 3 working weeks.
“i’m fuking waiting for my coffee! MARY! you god-damn-freshy! where the fuck is my coffee. i dont care that the machine is broken. i dont care if...
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Ron Jameson.
“I got myself a brand new fucking problem today! Every fucking god damn day it’s the same half retarded inbred limp wristed illiterates banging on my door demanding an upgrade from the cheap seats when they can’t even pick the food out of their good damn crooked public health system teeth or play the part by at least wearing a shirt with sleeves. Fuck! Is it too much to...
February 2011
4 posts
Amsterdam
Brussels
London
Scotland
October 2010
1 post
July 2010
5 posts
separated at birth?
(via strikegently)
Surprised you are to learn that i indeed am a cake?
My New Taylor 410ce. Sounds as good as it looks, if not better.
