Bastard ColleaguesYou've all known one. The brown-nosing fucker, the 'comedian', the drunk, the gossip and of course the weird one with no mates who goes bell ringing, looks like Mr Majika and sports a monk's haircut (and is a woman).
Tell us about yours...
Thanks to Deskbound for the idea
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chthonic, Thu 24 Jan 2008, 9:09)
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Right, this is the last one…I PROMISE! (Edit - this is a lie)Born in Seattle 1908, I always considered my self to be quite a good commercial artist in the field of Lithography (look me up later if you're bored).
However, right up until I died in 1992, I could never find a drinking establishment where I felt really ‘at home’. Every one I went into, the regulars would mutter, tsk under their breath and make disapproving noises.
One day I decided to ask the nearest purveyor of alcohol why this was, and he explained that it was simply a case of all the local drinking folk not liking my name…
Because….
Apparently…
‘Bars tut Carl Hagues’
/puts coat over head and gets pushed into police van
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Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Wed 30 Jan 2008, 10:54,
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...Surely that has to bring this whole sorry episode to an end? There's no way to beat that.
*clicks*
*scrolls up*
EDIT: On the other hand...
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Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Wed 30 Jan 2008, 10:59,
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