wellthat i can condone.
reminds me of a story a friend of mine had from when she was working in the job centre.
she was behind the counter filing and all sorts, when she hears this bloke shouting and screaming and ranting at her from the other side of the counter. 'why haven't you bastards managed to get me job yet?! everywhere i go i get fucking turned down! i keep trying to get work and none of you cunts are helping me at all.' so she looks up, and there's a guy standing there in a bad suit with FUCK tattooed on his forehead.
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reminds me of a story a friend of mine had from when she was working in the job centre.
she was behind the counter filing and all sorts, when she hears this bloke shouting and screaming and ranting at her from the other side of the counter. 'why haven't you bastards managed to get me job yet?! everywhere i go i get fucking turned down! i keep trying to get work and none of you cunts are helping me at all.' so she looks up, and there's a guy standing there in a bad suit with FUCK tattooed on his forehead.
