Hot Baby Roy brought round his crying belle last night. And what else could I do but be nice, I felt jealous as fuck because he's all loved up after only one week and so's she and I think it's just because they're not lonely any more. I know I sound like a bastard but I don't care. I don't rate her as a bird or as company. Even if she does have hot friends, if they're as dull as her it'd cancel out their hotness. She's about as much fun as being caught by the cops wanking in an alley. She sat and sqwawked away about pish like wanting to hear stories about Hot Baby Roy. I wanted to tell a load of nasty shit about his shop lifting teddy bears and fucking them but in the end I just told as story about how me and him pal about and I made the whole fucking thing up because all we do is watch suspect teen romcoms and talk about perving. Battle Cat was very nice and walked up and offered Hot Baby Roy's lady friend a nice friendly paw.
Good boy.
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Saturday, 5 June 2010
Tuesday, 17 November 2009
The Great Office Love Triangle
I ended up talking to Little My at lunch today, because I'd nothing better to say I asked if her and Rap Superstar hit it off on Friday night.
She said that they had but that that was old news. He wanted a good time but she was after mister right now. She looked all confused after she'd said it, like she'd missed a joke, so she repeated it with swear words but still didn't get where the joke should be.
Anyway, she fancied Kissy Boy now, like all the office girls.
I asked her who Kissy Boy was?
She said he was the office hunk.
What about me? I thought. Surely no one called Kissy Boy can be hotter than me.
She pointed Kissy Boy out to me later. He was posing around the office all bleached teeth and steroid arms hanging out of his Ironic T-Shirt. I told Little My that Kissy Boy used steroids so his dick wouldn't work. She said I was just jealous. I suppose she had a point, and I couldn't believe that I was trying to get Little My to like me over Kissy Boy, when the truth was that if she did I'd probably tell her a big list of why she should go back to fancying Kissy Boy.
I've been too busy trying to get to grips with my job I haven't taken the time to look round for a Mrs. Tuesday Kid.
There's bound to be one.
I will find her, no matter what occurs.
She said that they had but that that was old news. He wanted a good time but she was after mister right now. She looked all confused after she'd said it, like she'd missed a joke, so she repeated it with swear words but still didn't get where the joke should be.
Anyway, she fancied Kissy Boy now, like all the office girls.
I asked her who Kissy Boy was?
She said he was the office hunk.
What about me? I thought. Surely no one called Kissy Boy can be hotter than me.
She pointed Kissy Boy out to me later. He was posing around the office all bleached teeth and steroid arms hanging out of his Ironic T-Shirt. I told Little My that Kissy Boy used steroids so his dick wouldn't work. She said I was just jealous. I suppose she had a point, and I couldn't believe that I was trying to get Little My to like me over Kissy Boy, when the truth was that if she did I'd probably tell her a big list of why she should go back to fancying Kissy Boy.
I've been too busy trying to get to grips with my job I haven't taken the time to look round for a Mrs. Tuesday Kid.
There's bound to be one.
I will find her, no matter what occurs.
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