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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><title>life is shit</title><link>http://peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk/</link><atom:link xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk/feed/rss2/posts/"/><description></description><language>en-EU</language><generator>MokoFeed</generator><ttl>10</ttl><image><title>life is shit</title><link>http://peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/63/1774935e39dd6a5431ee440eff9371_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>it hurts my ears</title><link>http://peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk/2007/07/24/it_hurts_my_ears~2691832/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk,2007-07-24:/2007/07/24/it_hurts_my_ears~2691832/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jul 2007 11:55:12 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;Say loudly in voice of Beaker&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;(copy and paste into address field for picture) &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://geekswithblogs.net/images/geekswithblogs_net/cwilliams/1962/o_beaker.jpg"&gt;http://geekswithblogs.net/images/geekswithblogs_net/cwilliams/1962/o_beaker.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;'It's not just size that matters'&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;It's a joke, about cocks see.&lt;br&gt;
Someone from the other side of the office hears and nearly dies laughing.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIGH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk/2007/07/24/it_hurts_my_ears~2691832/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk/2007/07/24/it_hurts_my_ears~2691832/#comments</comments></item><item><title>they come thick and fast</title><link>http://peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk/2007/07/23/they_come_thick_and_fast~2687040/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk,2007-07-23:/2007/07/23/they_come_thick_and_fast~2687040/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 15:49:20 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;This is in real time&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;A mear 20 minutes has past 15:47&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And this little gem pops up:&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;'Are you going on Friday?'&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;'Yes, are you?'&lt;br&gt;
I couldn't really give a fuck but my reflex is to be polite.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;'Not now'&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;You get it?&lt;br&gt;
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.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk/2007/07/23/they_come_thick_and_fast~2687040/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk/2007/07/23/they_come_thick_and_fast~2687040/#comments</comments></item><item><title>peoplearecunts</title><link>http://peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk/2007/07/23/peoplearecunts~2686951/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk,2007-07-23:/2007/07/23/peoplearecunts~2686951/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 15:35:49 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;Here's one.&lt;br&gt;
Everyday my colleague asks&lt;br&gt;
'What are we having for dinner tonight?'&lt;br&gt;
It's a joke see. We are not having anything for dinner tonight. She isn't coming round my house for dinner. Get it?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;EVERY FUCKING DAY!!!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk/2007/07/23/peoplearecunts~2686951/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk/2007/07/23/peoplearecunts~2686951/#comments</comments></item><item><title>work is for wankers</title><link>http://peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk/2007/07/23/work_is_for_wankers~2686932/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:peoplearecunts.blog.co.uk,2007-07-23:/2007/07/23/work_is_for_wankers~2686932/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 15:32:04 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;Time is 15.26&lt;br&gt;
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.&lt;br&gt;
What shall i do with my time?&lt;br&gt;
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.&lt;br&gt;
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.&lt;br&gt;
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.&lt;br&gt;
People ruin everything, including me.&lt;br&gt;
There's no way out. I hate all things.
&lt;/p&gt;
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