I am serious.
Not only do the expect me to be here during 'work-hours' but they have taken to giving me 'deadlines'.

Absolute fuckers with no sense of style.
(Tugnut Ex of this parish, Fri 19 Feb 2010, 11:59, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

Mate I have to work on Sunday night, this weekend.
It's a fucking outrage. I'm thinking of complaining to human rights campaigner and uber-shirter Peter Tatchell.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 19 Feb 2010, 12:03, Reply)

I wouldn't.
He'd only bum you and give you teh AIDS.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 19 Feb 2010, 12:07, Reply)

Refuse to do it.
Storm into their office, announce you are a Christian and consider Sunday the 'Lord's Day', play RATM at full volume 'Fuck you I won't do what you tell me' and flounce off.

That will show them.
(Tugnut Ex of this parish, Fri 19 Feb 2010, 12:08, Reply)

Tell them you can't do Sunday
That's dogging night down the scout hut.
(The Boy Monders I have ginger bits in my beard., Fri 19 Feb 2010, 12:09, Reply)

I heard you prefer it up the Brownies?

(Tugnut Ex of this parish, Fri 19 Feb 2010, 12:10, Reply)

Ha ha! Beautiful.

(The Boy Monders I have ginger bits in my beard., Fri 19 Feb 2010, 12:34, Reply)

Pffft!

( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Fri 19 Feb 2010, 12:42, Reply)

Was that a slack ringpiece fart?

(Tugnut Ex of this parish, Fri 19 Feb 2010, 12:48, Reply)

Sir! Sir!
Noel's farted, sir.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 19 Feb 2010, 12:50, Reply)

And possibly prolapsed...

(Tugnut Ex of this parish, Fri 19 Feb 2010, 12:57, Reply)