Dec 24, 2006 15:17
So last week I was press-ganged into joining the Full Monty team down the pub.
No, I'm not not stripping....
*shudder*
My emaciated, scarred physique on public display?
Lets not go there....
Apparently the lads just need someone to write "MERRY CHRISTMAS!" on them and no-one's volunteered themselves for it. (suprise)
So Mark, my boss, sez: "Rich'll do it!"
"Oh I will, will I?"
"There's a drink in it for you...."
*shrug* *sigh* "Okay...."
So now I'm out and about on a night when all I want to do is curl in on myself and die quietly.... (Yes my mood has fallen off the world....)
*blah*
We all know I'll be fine once the "festive" period gets out of the way, really.... it's just pointless mindless venting....
Merry Christmas to my belovedloved Moron Army....