Back to Work

I'm heading back to work for the rest of the year, for Pipa Ganas & Ganas. The work you do, I do when I am off work. Yay for me. I have a 4 month contract. Yay for four month contracts.

 Shrug. It is close to home. I can't sit around for the rest of my life and do nothing, after all. Why? I'm not sure, but that is the prevailing thinking. Ha ha. I don't want to rust up completely.

 You can't spend the rest of your life smoking pot and masturbating to porn, after all. Apparently. So they say. You know, I've always wanted to know who "they" are? How does one get onto the "they" committee? I reckon I'd be good on it.

Anyway, when I am bored, I can go and sit with Pipa and drink coffee, and she can tell me all about who is doing what to her gorgeous son Tommy. She's very keen to tell me all about Tommy's sex life.

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