Join me and G-Man and hundreds of other bloggers playing Flash Fiction Friday 55. Try writing a complete story in only 55 words. I did this one in exactly 5.5 minutes (it shows but I left my Friday post far too late)…
‘Tis almost the season to be jolly
Fa La La and all that folly
Christmas is full of prezzies and fun
Family, friends, dry Fruit Bun
We love the anticipation
We love the spirit
Eating ourselves silly on festive food, gerrit?
Santa, don’t give us junk we don’t want
Listen, and don’t be a cunt
I'm venting again this week with Boobies' Fawk You Friday.Fuck you to the allergies that have infected my children's bodies this week. I have no Medical Aid (Medical Insurance) left until January and I have to pay the Doctor's fees cash upfront and its not frikken cheap! Neither is the fucking meds that he prescribes. Luckily, I can claim it all back from The Tax Man but only at the end of the tax year, Dipshit! This made me think of one of my favourite Beatles songs..enjoy!Freaky FridayTheme : Freaky Office Christmas Parties
Are your Office Christmas parties as Freaky mine?I dreads the office Christmas Party at the end of the year because there's always one Fucker who drinks way too many bevvies and lands up trying to put his tongue in yer ear. There's usually some Dooshbag who does a very unsexy strip-tease down to her nylon tights, flesh-coloured bra and parachute knickers. Not attractive...There is always The Freaky Voyeur who parks in the dark corner like a drip snapping pictures and taking video footage of all the inebriated activities and then thinks its hysterical to post the footage on You Tube and images on Facebook for all to see. There is always some sad Bitch who drinks too many margaritas and pours her heart to you - confessing her dark freaky secret and then you're supposed to look at her in the eye for the rest of the year. All of a sudden, you've become her BFF just because she told you her Twisted Sex Secret that she loves to be covered from head to toe in cling wrap in the bedroom. Don't forget the asshole who requests Boney M from the DJ every half an hour. Is Christmas the ONLY time of year we dust off our Boney M LP's? Oh yeah, I know you've got one hiding in your collection too. Oh, I can hear you singing Little Drummer Boy already.... Barruppa Pum-Pum...What about the old hag from Accounts, who is ninety-in-the-shade, who insist on wearing the most ridiculous and embarrassing home-made Christmas outfits complete with jingling bauble earings and living up to her "jolly" name? Ho Ho HO!Are your office Christmas Parties like this? Or is it just me that works for a bunch of fucking weirdos and freaks? | Slobbering Boss trying to tongue fuck your ear |
| Wanna suck on Rudolf's Red Bits? |
| Forget the Tree. Why don't you all gather around me this year? |
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