You need a slap.
He does the shitbag
You need a slap.
My lad has been to Kavos over the past week for his first lads’ holiday.
I agreed to drive from East Yorkshire to Manchester airport to pick them up on Sunday morning, a little pissed off that it meant no Wembley.
On Friday, the clown phoned his mum to say that he was actually flying home on Monday morning - the problem being that the missus can’t find her arse with both hands never mind terminal 2 and I booked an induction to present at 10 today.
I got up at 2:30, came to work for an hour to print documents, left at 4 and went to Manchester to pick them up, drove back, got changed and was at work at 9:30.
Result - or so I thought until an hour into the presentation when I read the word “Diarrhoea” and got the giggles in front of the new starters.
What effects of tiredness have you Cellarites suffered from when trying to do too much with little sleep?
Are you from Libya? You should have paid for a faster boat to smuggle you in.In July I spent 19 days sailing singlehanded offshore. You have no idea what tired means!
In July I spent 19 days sailing singlehanded offshore. You have no idea what tired means!
I've done some pretty sh*t s shift patterns in the past, including a 45 day stint of 6-on-6-off. Your body just kind off gets used to it, and you don't actually realise how tiered you are until you stop.In July I spent 19 days sailing singlehanded offshore. You have no idea what tired means!
It’s worse when you fart and don’t realise you followed through until you take your undercrackers off, the wet fart turns to crusty matting wrapped around your arse hairs.I'll rescue it and preserve your self esteem.
A 27 hr drive from Sale to 2hrs the other side of Barcelona, farted and followed through, badly.
There you go...
Bugger! You just woke me up!Did it startle you?