Monday: Woke up from an uneasy dream and fell out of top deck of the bunkbed onto the cat, I shout ‘cunt’
Tuesday: Slipped on puddle of tramps urine and slid into dying orphans jagged tooth. Opened shin. I Wept
Wednesday: While shining business mans shoes on h’penny bridge I lost control of the oily rag and smeared an unfortunate lady’s face with brown polish. She was carrying two brown Thomas bags and said “well I never”
Thursday: In a less than hilarious accident involving a staple remover and the a DHL delivery guys testicles I vow never again to ‘try and help’
I wonder what will happen tomorrow?
on Oct 15th, 2009 at 2:59 pm
I have a bet on that 1.30pm will happen sometime tomorrow between the spaces either side of lunchtime. I’ll let you know if I win. If I lose… well, it’s a death bet so nice like knowing you like. You know what I mean like?
on Oct 15th, 2009 at 3:00 pm
no Cris……….ehh. I don’t.
on Oct 15th, 2009 at 3:56 pm
“two brown Thomas bags” I see what you did there.
A dressing down from the Fat Controller tomorrow?
on Oct 15th, 2009 at 3:59 pm
I don’t even see what I did there !!. Yeah could be a dressing down alright. I heard he knows the martial arts. The fucker.
on Oct 15th, 2009 at 4:09 pm
Last night I dreamt you took a charge at a hammock, hurdled into it at too great a pace and tourniqueted yourself round and round in it 1000 times until you looked like a big Quality Street sweet, at which point a wandering grizzly bear happened past to eat you. Inside the hammock came your muffled resignation: “Ah shite.”
Then I woke up.
on Oct 15th, 2009 at 4:12 pm
Holy smoke. Is this one of those prophetic dreams you reckon’ ?
on Oct 16th, 2009 at 2:11 pm
Ha! I survived. Although I’m worried that I have become slightly mental.
on Oct 19th, 2009 at 11:17 pm
oh cheers for machinarium…..goodbye positively spent week and hello to gaining weight and falling out with girlfriend…