It's very hard to motivate myself to get dressed! Even though it's just trackies. Which is, let's face it, the most suitable wear for chucking a sickie.
I've had second thoughts about going to the video shop - what if someone saw me, and reported back to work that they had seen me 'out and about'?
I shall go for a walk round Chorlton Water Park instead.
Hope there's no flashers.
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What about the schoolteacher (headmistress) who phoned in sick then was spotted in an airport queue for Lanzarote.
She couldn't talk her way out of that one, and was dismissed.
Even went to a tribunal, cheeky bugger.
Smorgy, no reflection on you! When you're too sick to go in, stay away, say I. Get well soon.
McT x
I really am sick, Muckty.
I read that story too. Someone's just been sacked at work (right in front of us) for habitual sicky, but it had been going on for years. Still, I felt sorry for them. That's why I'm ill, everyone's too scared to stay off, so they pass the lurgey around to other staff and customers alike.
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Mrs McTag's got it at the moment and I'm waiting for the sword to fall.
I wonder what spends does in the day...?
I wonder if he has a routine?
7.00: get up and pull trousers over long johns.
7.15: takes of crocheted PC cover and checks to see if there's any posts from that gorgeous hunk of British womanhood (smorgs).
9.00: shaves ears and rinses nethers in the rain barrel out back.
9.30: reads some hard books with tiny text, using a 'page enlarger' that he bought from the bettaware catalogue.
12.00: goes tu't bookies.
12.30: buys The Daily Mail, and hides it his shoplifter's pocket inside his mac.
13.00: eats a bowl of scotch broth and a slice of Soreen malt loaf.
13.45: mends spectacles with fuse wire.
14.40: has a nap, 'cos mending his specs took ages.
16.00: wakes with a raging erection, but resists the temptations of the flesh, 'cos he is a celibraty... and a Gnu.
16.30: resistance takes time... rises, and puts radio 4 on, checks posts, has a Fray Bentos pie (not a whole one - he be frugal Gnu).
22.00: goes tu't pub.
24.00: posts, and goes to bed.
spendy in the sky
well thats a what you are
cross your heart, yeah
with your living bra
spendy in the sky
(with glasses)
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You missed
"Throws stones at street urchins"
"Looks at all unwrapped magazines on top shelf in newsagents but shuffles off without buying any when proprietor (Mr Patel) spots him."
Delivery finally arrived, fir tree down and partly chopped up, large stump to deal with at the weekend, cat disappeared (doesn't like chain saws), stomach rumbling, and now in search of an elusive microwave pizza that I thought I'd once seen in the freezer. Probably hidden by frost at the bottom.
He (suspension), could have a lifestyle completely opposite to the one I suggested (and I was only joking, spends, before you launch into a tirade).
Bet he's filthy rich, handsome, well-read, debonair as f@ck and could charm the frillies of any woman he meets...
Well, he could?
You can be whatever you like on here...
I'm a six foot six, lesbian body builder in real life.
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Got an answer to your previous, deleted question, my dear? :wink:
Don't be cheeky, Walter!
Thought better of it, don't want members to get the wrong impression, I've worked hard to achieve a reputation of virtuous innocence on here...
Don't want people thinking I'm nowt but a good time gal.
Besides, men scare easy.
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But it's very gracious of you to bring up a post I had deleted. Careful, you're in spendy territory.
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He, he! I didn't mention at all that you asked for opinions if cotton or microfibre tangas make men more sexy!
Cotton or Micro fibre, Walt?
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Mac-
I identify with urchins as I was once one myself and I haven't been in a newsagent's (note the 's) for so long I can't remember what they are like.
9.30 am is approx. wake up time and roll out about 20 mins. later. After that react to events tardily. When not working or watching cricket spend day in lean-to with glass walls to pursue my education with a roll-up or three, a toffee or two and a ball-scratch for one. Short intervals for nutrient bed chomping. Soakie-soakies 21.30 hours. Pub 22.30 hours. Midnight back to A2K or Hairy Everywhere programme if former devoid of interest. Bed 01.30 hours. Brief meditations before drifting off hoping to dream of hunks of any womanhoods in the prime of life and the full flower of their accomplishments. ( A rare if rather delicious experience unknown to the impatient.)
Generally fart at the normal rate for a gentleman of my size and lifestyle which is 37 /day, according to a recent survey in the Church Times, although they do tend to arrive in bursts of 6 or 7 and occasionally more with periods of quiescence in between which, according to the survey, is rather decorous compared to pink chubbies who eat a lot of cakes and sticky toffee puddings who can reach the high 80s if the ten second motorboaters are counted as one.
smorgsie wrote-
Quote:Besides, men scare easy.
And not without good reason. One doesn't wish to think one is a poodle to be petted and comforted surely?
Good on ya, spends!
I miss you when you're not around.
That was a most excellent and entertaining post!
Made laugh heartily, which in turn made me trump heartily (I reckon it was the beetroot).
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Walter Hinteler wrote:Micro fibre, right?
No, no no, and thrice no!
Cotton.
You have to keep a flow of air...
Vorsprung durch Technik
(Germans - tut)
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liquidsuspension <---- my favourite so far, after susperia.
Did you check out the 'why does sunlight make me tired' thread, that seems to have been resurrected?
How funny are you?
That was ages ago, as well.
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