tag:peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk,2009-11-09:/MokoFeed2009-11-09T14:55:50+01:00tag:peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk,2007-07-24:/2007/07/24/it_hurts_my_ears~2691832/jimmyjamjom2007-07-24T11:55:12+02:002007-07-24T11:55:12+02:00 <p>Say loudly in voice of Beaker</p> <p>(copy and paste into address field for picture) </p> <p><a href="http://geekswithblogs.net/images/geekswithblogs_net/cwilliams/1962/o_beaker.jpg">http://geekswithblogs.net/images/geekswithblogs_net/cwilliams/1962/o_beaker.jpg</a></p> <p>'It's not just size that matters'</p> <p>It's a joke, about cocks see.<br> Someone from the other side of the office hears and nearly dies laughing.</p> <p><strong>SIGH</strong></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk/2007/07/24/it_hurts_my_ears~2691832/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk,2007-07-23:/2007/07/23/they_come_thick_and_fast~2687040/jimmyjamjom2007-07-23T15:49:20+02:002007-07-23T15:49:20+02:00 <p>This is in real time</p> <p>A mear 20 minutes has past 15:47</p> <p>And this little gem pops up:</p> <p>'Are you going on Friday?'</p> <p>'Yes, are you?'<br> I couldn't really give a fuck but my reflex is to be polite.</p> <p>'Not now'</p> <p>You get it?<br> He was going. But he's not now. Guess why? Because he has found out I am going. It's a joke see. Don't worry, he's going really.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk/2007/07/23/they_come_thick_and_fast~2687040/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk,2007-07-23:/2007/07/23/peoplearecunts~2686951/jimmyjamjom2007-07-23T15:35:49+02:002007-07-23T15:35:49+02:00 <p>Here's one.<br> Everyday my colleague asks<br> 'What are we having for dinner tonight?'<br> It's a joke see. We are not having anything for dinner tonight. She isn't coming round my house for dinner. Get it?</p> <p>EVERY FUCKING DAY!!!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk/2007/07/23/peoplearecunts~2686951/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk,2007-07-23:/2007/07/23/work_is_for_wankers~2686932/jimmyjamjom2007-07-23T15:32:04+02:002007-07-23T15:32:04+02:00 <p>Time is 15.26<br> I am sat at my desk, absolutely crushingly bored into a coma, having had youtube banned, and all other avenues of how to get on it another way have been exhausted.<br> What shall i do with my time?<br> My job - sitting with a headset on waiting for some moron to call me and ask a stupid question. Sometimes it even involves them telling me the answer to a stupid question, and then asking me if it's correct.<br> If I don't watch youtube videos all day, I will be staring blankly at my computer waiting for a call. Management believe looking at some websites is ok, but not ones that keep you awake. I have played dynomite so much I have RSI, now that's banned too.<br> Thus, I begin this blog. It has no goal. It will just be my miserable rantings on why every single thing in the universe is marred.<br> People ruin everything, including me.<br> There's no way out. I hate all things. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk/2007/07/23/work_is_for_wankers~2686932/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>