Teetering on the precipice of horsemanurechat in here again last night....end of the world, fuk it all, do what you can. Stop being silly you lot, it's the Aliens that are messing things up, sheesh, them and their blerry chemtrails and massive concentration camps, bahahahaha.....
So at least the ganja is still flowing in here alongside the other stinky stuff
Good show everyone, except Jig, "see teacher after class!"
snigger snigger.
What a fukking dumbass I am. I get up yesterday with one thing on my mind (the company payroll run). We have to pay our employees legally by the 25th in Holland, and for some reason I got it in my head that Sunday was the 25th. So Friday morning I am right on it paying our guys. What's the problem you all think? Nice employer paying his dudes before the weekend. They'll get paid by the 25th....of course they will! duh.......
However, my wife gets up, I give her a morning cuddle and send her bum off to the shower. I get back to work and carry on looking at my PC screen hoping to change the world (lol). Then my good wife comes back in and she say, "cool, i got a new Simon Mawer book from Ma and Dad". I look at her with a puzzled look. "Oh, you opened one of your presents today".......then there is a rather large creak in the floor boards and talk about WORLDS FUKKIN ENDING!!! YES THEY TEND TO DO THAT WHEN YOU GET YOUR WIFES BIRTHDAY DAY MIXED UP!!!!!!!!!!!! what a fukkin bell-end I am.
So after much huggin and apologising I went and bought her a Kindle (which she was over the moon about!) Thank the FSM Fairy that my wife is understanding of my complete frontallobotomyness. I did make up to her with her favourite dinner, home made carbonara, with loads of antipasta yummies, sweetened carrots, roasted peppers, roasted eggplant filled with tuna and mint among others. So the day ended well, and thankfully the World did not.
And here endeth my story.
Peace, DST
