Unemployed
I was Mordred writes, "I've been out of work for a while now... however, every cloud must have a silver lining. Tell us your stories of the upside to unemployment."
You can tell us about the unexpected downsides too if you want.
( , Fri 3 Apr 2009, 10:02)
I was Mordred writes, "I've been out of work for a while now... however, every cloud must have a silver lining. Tell us your stories of the upside to unemployment."
You can tell us about the unexpected downsides too if you want.
( , Fri 3 Apr 2009, 10:02)
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Unemployment
I've been unemployed for a while now - along with my flatmate. Sometimes the cameraderie of the mutual skintness and lack of prospects cheers and consoles you (especially when we're out for a drink, which we do often, or partaking in the odd substance).
But then sometimes your mutual failings grind you do. Never any money, never a return call, never any women. Depressing. So one time we had a jaunt north, and stayed in little but n' ben which one of his relatives owns (he's from a fairly well-to-do family but they've basically disowned him).
Thing was, then this bloody relative turned up. He was an aging, lecherous, fat old bastard who was constantly after me. Fucking horrible, I could barely turn around without noticing him checking out my arse or trying to touch me up.
Then again he brought loads of food and nice wine, so I tried to go with it, and I kind of felt sorry for him. But things came to a head when he fucking CAME INTO MY ROOM AND TRIED TO RAPE ME! My bastard flatmate had told him I was hot to trot just so he could get a hold of the old cunt's booze.
That was him and me finished.
( , Sat 4 Apr 2009, 5:20, 5 replies)
I've been unemployed for a while now - along with my flatmate. Sometimes the cameraderie of the mutual skintness and lack of prospects cheers and consoles you (especially when we're out for a drink, which we do often, or partaking in the odd substance).
But then sometimes your mutual failings grind you do. Never any money, never a return call, never any women. Depressing. So one time we had a jaunt north, and stayed in little but n' ben which one of his relatives owns (he's from a fairly well-to-do family but they've basically disowned him).
Thing was, then this bloody relative turned up. He was an aging, lecherous, fat old bastard who was constantly after me. Fucking horrible, I could barely turn around without noticing him checking out my arse or trying to touch me up.
Then again he brought loads of food and nice wine, so I tried to go with it, and I kind of felt sorry for him. But things came to a head when he fucking CAME INTO MY ROOM AND TRIED TO RAPE ME! My bastard flatmate had told him I was hot to trot just so he could get a hold of the old cunt's booze.
That was him and me finished.
( , Sat 4 Apr 2009, 5:20, 5 replies)
Very apt.
It's monday morning and I actually feel like a pig shat in my head. You should have wished the raping onto your mate.
( , Mon 6 Apr 2009, 1:25, closed)
It's monday morning and I actually feel like a pig shat in my head. You should have wished the raping onto your mate.
( , Mon 6 Apr 2009, 1:25, closed)
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