I work in New York City. It's full of nutters. Go figure.

Wednesday, August 25, 2004

Wednesday August 25th. Early fucking afternoon.

So we can fucking put fucking people on the fucking moon, clone fucking sheep and make Jessica fucking Simpson famous, but we can't somehow fucking make a fucking photocopier that can go more than two fucking hours without fucking jamming, or invent a fucking printer that doesn't need to be re-filled every fucking five minutes because you can't fit more than three fucking sheets of paper in its fucking paper tray at any one time.

Fuck it.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Kickass blog!

10:57 AM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

and you think you have problems? It's not about you, anyway, as I was saying, we went for drinks last night on the roof of this hotel, and like when we got to the top, the roof thing, we like took some chairs, like because it's tough having to stand and drink at the same time, and this hobbit of a foreigner, who could even speak proper english made a big fuss about the chairs, like they were hers, as if.

12:38 PM

 
Blogger euro said...

Ha fucking ha.

12:46 PM

 

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