


I think you'll find it is my job to sit next to people.
People who make 'bending down old bloke' noises every time they move.
People who Breathe heavily.
People who read the Daily Mail out loud just under their breath, barely audible to the human ear.
People who grab your arm to make sure you are listening.
People who tell you the same story about Mick Jagger that you've heard from them before.
People who sit and peel a pile of 3 or 4 oranges.
People who show you racist and unfunny jokes on their phones.
People who sit watching a sketch show with headphones on (it's quiet), and they occasionally turn to you and repeat the punchlines of a show you aren't watching and can't hear but want to watch later.
People who keep talking to you about sport, even though you tell them you have no idea what they're talking about because you don't follow it, but they continue to tell you anyway.
People who lean over and read from your screen while you're typing. Yes, you. I'm talking about you.
People who I might try and kill with a hammer.
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Sun 25 Nov 2012, 22:40,
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People who make 'bending down old bloke' noises every time they move.
People who Breathe heavily.
People who read the Daily Mail out loud just under their breath, barely audible to the human ear.
People who grab your arm to make sure you are listening.
People who tell you the same story about Mick Jagger that you've heard from them before.
People who sit and peel a pile of 3 or 4 oranges.
People who show you racist and unfunny jokes on their phones.
People who sit watching a sketch show with headphones on (it's quiet), and they occasionally turn to you and repeat the punchlines of a show you aren't watching and can't hear but want to watch later.
People who keep talking to you about sport, even though you tell them you have no idea what they're talking about because you don't follow it, but they continue to tell you anyway.
People who lean over and read from your screen while you're typing. Yes, you. I'm talking about you.
People who I might try and kill with a hammer.

My name is Jacob Dyer and it is my job to sit next to people.
People who make 'bending down old bloke' noises every time they move.
People who Breathe heavily.
People who read the Daily Mail out loud just under their breath, barely audible to the human ear.
People who grab your arm to make sure you are listening.
People who tell you the same story about Mick Jagger that you've heard from them before.
People who sit and peel a pile of 3 or 4 oranges.
People who show you racist and unfunny jokes on their phones.
People who sit watching a sketch show with headphones on (it's quiet), and they occasionally turn to you and repeat the punchlines of a show you aren't watching and can't hear but want to watch later.
People who keep talking to you about sport, even though you tell them you have no idea what they're talking about because you don't follow it, but they continue to tell you anyway.
People who lean over and read from your screen while you're typing. Yes, you. I'm talking about you.
People who I might try and kill with a hammer.
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Sun 25 Nov 2012, 22:49,
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People who make 'bending down old bloke' noises every time they move.
People who Breathe heavily.
People who read the Daily Mail out loud just under their breath, barely audible to the human ear.
People who grab your arm to make sure you are listening.
People who tell you the same story about Mick Jagger that you've heard from them before.
People who sit and peel a pile of 3 or 4 oranges.
People who show you racist and unfunny jokes on their phones.
People who sit watching a sketch show with headphones on (it's quiet), and they occasionally turn to you and repeat the punchlines of a show you aren't watching and can't hear but want to watch later.
People who keep talking to you about sport, even though you tell them you have no idea what they're talking about because you don't follow it, but they continue to tell you anyway.
People who lean over and read from your screen while you're typing. Yes, you. I'm talking about you.
People who I might try and kill with a hammer.

But I hate
People who make 'bending down old bloke' noises every time they move.
People who Breathe heavily.
People who read the Daily Mail out loud just under their breath, barely audible to the human ear.
People who grab your arm to make sure you are listening.
People who tell you the same story about Mick Jagger that you've heard from them before.
People who sit and peel a pile of 3 or 4 oranges.
People who show you racist and unfunny jokes on their phones.
People who sit watching a sketch show with headphones on (it's quiet), and they occasionally turn to you and repeat the punchlines of a show you aren't watching and can't hear but want to watch later.
People who keep talking to you about sport, even though you tell them you have no idea what they're talking about because you don't follow it, but they continue to tell you anyway and then they burn your neck, I don't like that.
People who lean over and read from your screen while you're typing. Yes, you. I'm talking about you.
People who I might try and kill with a hammer.
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Sun 25 Nov 2012, 22:53,
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People who make 'bending down old bloke' noises every time they move.
People who Breathe heavily.
People who read the Daily Mail out loud just under their breath, barely audible to the human ear.
People who grab your arm to make sure you are listening.
People who tell you the same story about Mick Jagger that you've heard from them before.
People who sit and peel a pile of 3 or 4 oranges.
People who show you racist and unfunny jokes on their phones.
People who sit watching a sketch show with headphones on (it's quiet), and they occasionally turn to you and repeat the punchlines of a show you aren't watching and can't hear but want to watch later.
People who keep talking to you about sport, even though you tell them you have no idea what they're talking about because you don't follow it, but they continue to tell you anyway and then they burn your neck, I don't like that.
People who lean over and read from your screen while you're typing. Yes, you. I'm talking about you.
People who I might try and kill with a hammer.

I dont know you yet you clearly work in my office !
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Sun 25 Nov 2012, 22:41,
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I don't work in your office but I do steal appliances therein.
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Sun 25 Nov 2012, 22:41,
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I probably shouldn't be proud of this: https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=facepoop&tbm=isch (warning: first result is literal face poop, 2nd is mine)

In teenage years I discovered that if you put a Mars Bar in your pocket for a couple of hours then squish it around for a while, you can squeeze it out of one opened end of the wrapper to resemble a fresh jobbie.
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Mon 26 Nov 2012, 1:21,
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Just like the fake donkeys they use.
{;-)
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Mon 26 Nov 2012, 1:41,
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{;-)

Next you'll be telling me Santa doesn't exist :'(
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Mon 26 Nov 2012, 11:13,
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Go for a ride, these guys have been around since 1903:
www.yonkersmotorcycleclub.net/
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Sun 25 Nov 2012, 23:33,
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www.yonkersmotorcycleclub.net/

It's because the perpetrators are possessed by the ghost of Hitler, and Hitler is getting his revenge on the world.
To rid everyone of the ghost of Hitler shout at the top of your voice "Verpiss weg von meinem Arschloch" *.
*Results may vary
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Sun 25 Nov 2012, 23:34,
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To rid everyone of the ghost of Hitler shout at the top of your voice "Verpiss weg von meinem Arschloch" *.
*Results may vary

"Deep Throat" into Russian and clicked the listen button. I though it sounded onomatopoeic: translate.google.co.uk/#en/ru/Deep%20throat
Disclaimer: I have no idea what "Deep Throat" sounds like.
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Mon 26 Nov 2012, 0:32,
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Disclaimer: I have no idea what "Deep Throat" sounds like.