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Quick Piqued today for similar reasons as outlined yesterday…

Look, don’t get the wrong end of the stick, things are fine over here… Actually, I’ve not been this good in fucking ages. It’s just the whole making-money-to-live side of this has become a little more pertinent and in addition to that some other non-work related stuff has come up that requires my attention, but it’s all good though. SO CHILL THE FUCK OUT OKAY.

There may be a P on Monday as much as there may not. Secondly, I may have a mild hangover, thirdly, I need a shit.

Just had a shit.

I spent the entire day ‘working from home’, actually ‘working from home’ not in the euphemistic sense which implies spending the entire day crouched over myself a blur of fist and cockflesh making all spunks fly about mine head, no. I actually fucking worked. I suppose in a way it’s enlightened self interest, admittedly the PC’s weren’t firing on all cylinders in the office so working from home wasn’t really an option, but to have a marginally successful day working from home thereby proving to the boss I wasn’t spending the entire day crouched over myself a blur of fist and cockflesh making all spunks fly about mine head means I may be able to ‘work from home’ more often, perhaps even giving me the chance, should I want it, to spend the entire day crouched over myself a blur of fist and cockflesh making all spunks fly about mine head. And having thunderous shits without upsetting the bosses wife.

Before I leave for the weekend, which looks dead exciting by the way, I have to quickly mention Cunt. Firstly he’s played the same song, I mean the exact same song over and over and over and over and over and over again for the last 3 days, admittedly, it’s not that loud, but I can hear it, over and over, that’s night right is it? It’s not is it?

Secondly, his kid and emaciated partner are here. I never hear her, ever, but I hear the kid crying and last night in the kitchen I heard Cunt deal with the crying kid. Kid was crying, Cunt loudly went BWOOHAAAA HA at it, really loudly, so the kid really starts screaming and I heard him thump off to another room. That’s not right? Is it me?

Finally, last night I was the grim witness to the sounds of him fucking. Again, no word from here, just him really making a big song and dance about having a fuck with someone who is clearly ill. On what I presume was ejaculation he actually went ‘woo-hoo’ and he continued to go ‘woo-hoo’ at 15 second intervals for the next 5 minutes.

Did I tell you he reads The Mirror by the way?

There cannot be a God.

Isn’t Guy Ritchie a tit.