June 11, 2002
Every evening on the cursed route I elect to walk home from work, I encounter the same greasy little balding offensive man whose penis undoubtedly resembles a fun-size Mars bar. I’ve attempted to navigate home via an alternative route, but this involves traversing around lots of eager cyclists. I mean, sure; if we don’t drive [...]
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June 10, 2002
At least there’s no longer that niggling hindrance which requires me to individually track how much each employee of the company I work at knows about my personal life. Adam’s either a ‘flatmate’ or a ‘manfuck’, depending on how much the person involved knows. However, at some post-works drinks last week, one random staff member [...]
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