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sunday afternoon again; in the office again. . . . what a dog's life.



_{U there, blaze?}

Aww, blu!!

Oh yes, he does!!

ariblaze:
lol kay

welcome on board. . .
we do yours first then we come for mine

Mehn, it aint funny anymore.

My gf (ok, one of my gf's ) called on fri that she wanted to come over, but cos my account is in the red, so i had to post her

Told her i was at Mobil helipad about to move off to a rig - and that i won't be back for another 2 weeks!

Imagine! Na so i take miss that congo! 3 days worth of congo na wetin i miss!!

Msheeeewwww!!!     

its a sunday afternoon, and I'm sitting in the office - in the bleeping office!! - wondering how the Bleep my life got to where it is now.

i mean, i did all the right things, right?

i never failed an exam in my life;

i steadfastly stayed away from girls until after my JAMB exam,

then i stayed away from[i] most [/i]girls (not all shaa) after that.

i jacked my notes every single night for the first 3yrs of my university, then evry 3 nights for the remaining 2;

i always greet my parents in the morning and in the evening, and i always greet my uncles and aunties too (at least, before abusing them later)

And i sure as hell don't bear false witness against my neighbors; i just beat 'em up.

In fact, i am the text-book "good-boy".

So why the Bleep aint i a millionaire yet?? Or, isn't that the reward for being a good person?

Why is it so hard to become stinking rich in this country, anyway?

Must i traffick drugs first? Or kill-off a politician or two before i can drive the latest cars?

Can't i get all that by being a good law-abiding citizen. . . . or, at least, by [i]trying [/i]to be one?

As if all this isn't bad enough, as if i dont have enough problems already,

my stuck-up, greed-swollen employer is delaying my salaries - after i have spent like 3 weeks on a frigging offshore rig!!

Delaying my poor, paltry salaries for 2 freaking months!!

Somedays, i wake up in the morning and wish i didn't have a concience -

that way, i wouldn't have to worry about a guilty concience after i must've done some really irky-dirky things to him.

Things like poking one of his eyes out and roasting it over a fire while he watches with the other one;

Things like grabbing the long C-Nav antenna in our office and ramming so far up his shit-box it comes out of his mouth.

Yes, things like that.

Well, frankly, concience or no, if my account isn't smiling by weekend, Mr. Fatface is gonna have it really ugly

So help me God.

Myne White:
Its been happening to me too.I can't post o my end of the road story thread.

MyneW Mon ami from Blogsville?? There can't be another Myne Whitman in the whole world, can there? Hows Ada-bekee?

Teeheehee! there's a ghost in the machine