Some pangs of guilt struck me when I got out from the office. What the fuck was that? more>>>
Okay then, I have to admit I’d watch the Quantum of Solace...more>>>
I quit my job and it was worth my while...more>>>
I stumbled into a conspiracy quite by accident and my life is in fucking danger.
So I run through everything again in my head and how it all happened and all that. I was left astounded and perplexed after I deduced everything and came to a conclusion that sent shivers down my spine. It can't be. It can't fucking be. The cook, that dagglenailed filthy woman with a weird hair and leecherish persona, must have been accumulated through years of smutgery. WTF! No. I need to do something and stop that filth like her from ruining those good people's lives in the company.
I can't say no to Charisse. You see, no one can say. She's such a sweet boss to us poor struggling writers...read more>>>
With the growing agitating report from people who said to have been much offended by my website, so I've decided today, just for today, to be nice and write only about wholesome literature.
I've made a promise to help a friend on her diet. So I give her this here>>>
Lunch without coke, a diet coke, is like eating cake without icing. Or so says my friend. She's fat and she's angry, and she also needs our help...read more>>>