OK, a real company demon without a beating heart. He was always trying to smooth things over. “Not today, Bogok, not today,” Ogmon interjected. “What the fuck, Bogok?” Do you seriously think we don’t know? ” Valvollan responded, not even attempting to hide his disdain for Bogok. “The big man is here, and he’s not happy!” “Hey guys, did you hear the news?” hissed Bogok as his eyes darted from side to side. She could be a real fuck when she wanted to be. The head honcho was in town for his bimonthly assessment, and heads had already started rolling.īogok was slinking towards the water cooler, hoping the office manager, Girach, wouldn’t see him. It ended up being one of those shitfuck days that everybody in the office dreads. In a cheap hotel where hookers cost pennies, Some ripe, fleshy, putrid, lesbian pussy. Loafers and tenure and diarrhea down their legs Shopping mall roosters with perfect nosesĪcademics writing papers about reviving the male spirit Rebels, please, even our preachers have earringsĮverybody’s trying to sell their penny-sick soulsĮverybody’s trying to sell their dimestore doohickies Just look at the way we walk and talk andĮven our laughter is false and condescending Screws loose and heads fat as Thanksgiving turkeys Let’s not applaud wildly like soccer moms Let’s not stand up there and apologize for nonexistent
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