All of you know how MONUMENTALLY SB struggles in the morning. I basically don't want to talk to anybody until at least luncheon. Anyhoo, the chattiest motherfucker in the office NEVER FAILS to pop round to my cubicle in the morning to jaw at my grumpy ass. Despite the fact that I deliver my best DIE MOTHERFUCKER look, it WILL NOT take a damn hint.
It just walked away. You should see/hear it. IT DOES NOT TAKE A DAMN BREATH AT ALL. You cannot get a word in NO MATTER WHAT. FUCK ME.
Sartre was right. Hell REALLY is other people.
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I know several like that. I finally give up listening and just make grunts. Eventually, they leave.
Marvellous as usual.
Syd,
Thanks for the idea!
Findon,
I love you. I hope all is well with you.
Love you both,
SB
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