Friday, February 4, 2011

Job Report

Grabbing today's Biggest Asshole Award for ourself:

Stupid wage-slaves, your bosses were going to work you 'til you were in your graves, but now they've found out how to make proles entirely redundant, so rather than dying from a heart attack at your desk, you'll be able to starve or freeze to death.

Meanwhile, here in the bunker, one of the winners got up about 1300 & has been watching tee vee, listening to music & dicking about on the Interfestation, while still in the underwear in which he slept for eight or nine hrs., & a T-shirt. (Not paradise though: A bit nippy, so we're sporting our bathrobe too.) Chances of wearing more or doing anything before noon (At the very fucking earliest.) tomorrow: Zero, zip, nada, zilch, nil.

Ha ha. We don't blame you for hating us.

2 comments:

Substance McGravitas said...

Yeah, but I GET PAID as I fuck around on the internet.

M. Bouffant said...

Higher Spiritual Plane Editor Sniffs:

Shallow materialist.