The following Dodgers have been smited by the JDK for their crimes against Jam:
All the girls! for picking on the JDK and damaging his already delicate self esteem!
The Basserd Who Nicked Copper's Stuff For the offense of nicking Copper's stuff. You are a tw*t, whoever you are and we all hope you get run over by a tram in Nottingham. Or Liverpool. Or whereever else they have trams!
Copper For the crime of playing with her Wii instead of her Jammie pals!
Just to make up for the general quietness on the bored board this week fo far, here is some of my trademarked inane babble for you to enjoy:
[babble]
There's a new girl in my office. She's quite petite and a redhead. Not bad looking. Today, hwever she's wearing a jumper that makes her look like a bumble bee. And she has a habit of showing bum cleavage which, contrary to expactations, isn't very nice. So there's a whole bumblebee bum cleavage thing going on there. I wonder what she'll dress as tomorrow.
I'm also enjoying the view outside my window at the moment. It's been a pretty deary miserable day and has been raining on and off, and it's amusing me to watch the poor, poor smokers who now have to huddle under the one tree in the car park while they smoe their fags. They all look really miserable.
Also, my right hand has been twitching all day. My little finger and my thumb keep going in unison and I don't know why. Also my index finger keeps going off and I find myself accidentally clicking stuff with the mouse. It's quite comical. And I have a tiny bit of pins and needles in the fingers of both hands. Am I going to die?
A photo would be problematic. If I were to be caught photographing bums, I would probably be sacked... and possibly arrested. I may draw a picture for you later!
Continuing the inanity...
Bumblebee bum cleavage girl is wearing a similar outfit to yesterday, hwever the jumper is pink and grey stripes instead of black and yellow. Still showing crack.
It was the company pub rally last night. One of our managers barely got home last night - caught the 5.30am train home, had a shower and a shave and then came back in to work. And a number of my colleagues are looking decidedly rough this morning. I am unsympathetic.
One of the car parks we use is a small enclosed area across the road from the office. It's got an 8 or 9 foot wall around it and a tall padlocked gate in front. It's a pit of a pain in the arse to park in, because you have to pull up outside it, go into reception to get a padlock key, unlock it, park your car and return the key. Anyway, the important thing here is that its a secure area surrounded by an 8 or 8 foot wall.
This morning when I put my car in there, there were three, rather dented shopping trolleys in there that someone had seen fit to lob over the 8 or 9 foot wall with some force as they were over on the far side of the car park. Lucky no-one had left their car there overnight!
Incidentally, bumble-bee bum cleavage girl is not in today.
...Ben
...Ben
...Ben
