I feel sorry for people that have to work. All that time and effort spent to be able to buy a banana to eat at night. Being around hopeless colleagues that talk about the same things every day with whom you share nothing at all.
Then hurry home and try to live a second life and make that work when you are exhausted and totally empty inside from another day at your job.
All the tax paid for projects you get nothing back from where you fund terrorism and murder and many other evil things. No wonder those that work drink their wages away and only wish to fall asleep at some foreign beach to forget their troubles.
That's not a life at all.
So many many many. Those losers deserved to die to fund my lifestyle. Ever so often I visit their graves and piss on them. Once I even dug one up and dressed it as a clown.Tell us about your wonderful life. Do you live in Mars? How many people did your ancerstors kill or robbed so you can enjoy this paradise?
HahahaI enjoyed the social aspect of workplaces and the communities that evolve there. I find it interesting and sometimes it's nice to meet people that you've nothing in common with and be in a situation where they eventually find themselves compelled to talk. In a situation like that people with nothing in common kind of start to feel comfortable enough to open up while still having to adhere to civility (mostly). That doesn't happen as much these days outside of work places, maybe grade school, but it can be good a good thing and maybe in these times of cultural division a nessesary commonality now lacking in public life
So many many many. Those losers deserved to die to fund my lifestyle. Ever so often I visit their graves and piss on them. Once I even dug one up and dressed it as a clown.
Peasants need to work so leave your keyboard and go back to work now you slave. I own your ass.
Oh bless your sad little soul for fighting back like a little raging toddler. That is so sweet but you know reality never lets anyone pass without a very rude but much needed reality check.I have a job. That is why nobody owns my ass.
That always happens to people stuck in a shitty job that listen to Moz that spent a whole career teaching people never to work. If you got money you would quit and never work again.
That is why people spend fortunes on lotteries and other type of gambling. No one goes to Vegas to have fun punk.
Oh bless your sad little soul for fighting back like a little raging toddler. That is so sweet but you know reality never lets anyone pass without a very rude but much needed reality check.
You just had one so own it like I own your ass and say hiya to your boss who also owns your ass and then say hello to the leader of your country who also owns your ass. Then go to the bank that owns your home and then so on and on and on.