tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11899668833506964022024-03-13T19:40:12.923-07:00Ghetto GeniusA blog that's not only one of a kind, but one of a kind and fucking funny. You may not laugh at everything, but I know for goddamn certain you'll laugh at something. People love watching train wrecks—and I’m happy to oblige. Because sharing these stories has taught me not to take life so seriously. And through my experiences with the blog I’ve found that honestly sharing my most humiliating stories not only makes people laugh, but helps them with their own problems. Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2614125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189966883350696402.post-50292483914112443942022-10-10T11:45:00.005-07:002022-10-10T11:45:28.363-07:00A Ghetto Luv Letta...<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdjKRusgc2zTDZ7CMDcGSjMNVyaUc2oelMyQ8J6UwFEIYMnxFth_fIYX6r2AhiXpjH4-u6Lnw9aXNQQjxr2UnOEo0f06U9Up7reusAvgJx7Ep21L9ChfcIOEKHPf2VTFWHpdrClenz9zeiunHu4Fq67ssWiwvwGN5eLGuY7lpO7zBGXCN-esTeNzBk/s794/Screen%20Shot%202022-10-10%20at%2011.41.15%20AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="794" data-original-width="654" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdjKRusgc2zTDZ7CMDcGSjMNVyaUc2oelMyQ8J6UwFEIYMnxFth_fIYX6r2AhiXpjH4-u6Lnw9aXNQQjxr2UnOEo0f06U9Up7reusAvgJx7Ep21L9ChfcIOEKHPf2VTFWHpdrClenz9zeiunHu4Fq67ssWiwvwGN5eLGuY7lpO7zBGXCN-esTeNzBk/w329-h400/Screen%20Shot%202022-10-10%20at%2011.41.15%20AM.png" width="329" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Gul I loveded you,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Straight up fo'sho. </p><p style="text-align: center;">Or I wouldna told dem ova girls</p><p style="text-align: center;">not to call me no mo.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I knowed it was true,</p><p style="text-align: center;">the first day I seed you.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Why you thank I do,</p><p style="text-align: center;">the thangs I do?</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Remember how I use ta wine and dine you,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Schlits Malt Liquor and Bar-Ba-Que. </p><p style="text-align: center;">I gave you a bubble baze and fed you grapes.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Dey was on sale that week a dolla ninety-eight.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Romanic evenins after dark,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Skreet light walks around the block.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Like the very first time,</p><p style="text-align: center;">you came ova to my crib. </p><p style="text-align: center;">And you got all scared,</p><p style="text-align: center;">cause that roach was on yo Tims.</p><p style="text-align: center;">I was right dare,</p><p style="text-align: center;">with a can of spray.</p><p style="text-align: center;">To be yo Super Negro,</p><p style="text-align: center;">and save the day.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I ain't even pay my light bill,</p><p style="text-align: center;">so I can take you to da club..... </p><p style="text-align: center;">Don't knock ova dem candles</p><p style="text-align: center;">and burn up my rug!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">And dat nite we made luv,</p><p style="text-align: center;">for a long liddle bit of time.</p><p style="text-align: center;">I hope you got yours,</p><p style="text-align: center;">cause I sho'nuff got mine.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I woke up early and made you breakfast in bed. </p><p style="text-align: center;">Sep fo I ain't have no juice, no grits, and no eggs.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Didn't have no cereals and was fresh outta milk, </p><p style="text-align: center;">so we had some toast and some potada chips.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">I use to rub lotion on yo feets,</p><p style="text-align: center;">and massage yo back.</p><p style="text-align: center;">I found you some glue,</p><p style="text-align: center;">when you lost one of your tracks.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Now what man you knowed,</p><p style="text-align: center;">ever loveded you like dis.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Gul please just take my name</p><p style="text-align: center;">off dat child support list. </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189966883350696402.post-77543079610640490652022-05-27T09:28:00.003-07:002022-05-27T09:28:32.622-07:00Advice Column: To Be or Not to Be Gas Lit, That IS The Question <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6SHwnZZ4xyRkJEuoltQJdc7hhFrQWpTIBw3dmFnphok4I_lgC3pxs7Kjd_Mr8NqNgD1WQWHUX9paye4BSfjaUYQGJPwOpocPt4ukh1GxsQXpkkhoJ2y12wJ7eJ8LPtZKiD6gek2ELLjcJEA-34HY_lkllxXkepqN-7Boo1CDWkxyHq0wdyxjlf7lAEw/s620/gaslighting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="413" data-original-width="620" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6SHwnZZ4xyRkJEuoltQJdc7hhFrQWpTIBw3dmFnphok4I_lgC3pxs7Kjd_Mr8NqNgD1WQWHUX9paye4BSfjaUYQGJPwOpocPt4ukh1GxsQXpkkhoJ2y12wJ7eJ8LPtZKiD6gek2ELLjcJEA-34HY_lkllxXkepqN-7Boo1CDWkxyHq0wdyxjlf7lAEw/w400-h266/gaslighting.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><i>Dear Ghetto Genius, </i></p><p><i>I'm going to get straight to the point. I'm dating a guy who tells me he wants to spend his life with me, loves me and I'm the best thing to happen to him but constantly starts these horrendous fights with me about practically nothing. He's been working nights and I see him in the morning. He's never really wanted to go a day without seeing me so I make time for him. One day he says he's too tired, I go by his house just to grab my PlayStation and there is another car parked there. No one answered the door. He later wrote me and told me he had some friends from work pick him up to go out for drinks and the other dude left his car and they went in the other guys. Okay I can maybe buy that. But then as of lately he's been online when he's supposed to be asleep and acting strange. Like getting mad about nothing and taking to the extreme of almost breaking up but telling me I need to try to make things work when they get bad. Now today he tells me he's going to a meeting after asking me over and I went by his job because I'm suspicious ASF seeing as though we just had a major fight the day before. His truck isn't there and he tells me it's parked at a different store. Okay maybe I can believe that but then he's back online again shit it says he was online when I was there. Am I fucking crazy or is he gaslighting the fuck out of me? I love him and I want to believe him but I feel stupid ASF. </i></p><p><i>Thank you for any advice,</i></p><p><i>Cher</i></p><p><br /></p><p>Dear Cher, </p><p>Before I begin to unravel the ponderance you are pondering, I need to address something. </p><p>I am having a hard time answering your tale of woe seriously because you used the word 'prolly' in the subject line of the email you sent to GG headquarters and I had such a visceral reaction to seeing it I couldn't read your email for a few days. I get lazy text speak, the ur and r u, and all that other monkey mouth bullshit that passes as a form of communication these days, but the word 'prolly' is just a fucking bastardization of the English language (which is already dumb as hell sometimes) and I have to question so many things about any person using that word, because what the fuck. Like what the fuck do you do with all that time you have saved by making an 8 letter word 6 letters instead?! Are you working on your PhD thesis and need every precious moment before you defend it to your professors? I mean, I doubt it since you are spending most of your free time being super-stalky, but for reals. What is the fucking point of that word. It is almost as useless as me spending hours walking through the MGM Grand in Vegas last year, looking for J-Wundercunt, when he was 10 hours late meeting me at the hotel. Oh, wait, I found his degenerate ass at some table, because I can sniff that motherfucker out and I have the cognitive skills of someone who doesn't use words like 'prolly' in daily conversations. </p><p>Jesus H. Christ, I have spent the last year going to therapy, trying to be a kinder, gentler, middle-aged bog witch, instead of the absolute cunt of disaster I was for most of my 30's and in like 5 seconds you undid that shit with the most asinine subject like I have seen in the 10 years I have been doing this dumpster fire of a blog, with my favorite fucking snatch-slapper, J-Wun and done. I did the math, and since I am going to have to go back to therapy or bleach my eyes because of your fuckery, Imma need you to slide me about 5 G's to start this process again. And I am still gonna give you the good shit, FOR FREE. Ok, I will make you a deal. If you promise to never use that word again, I will not go completely chupacabra on your ass and try to help you out of this clown shoes ass situation. </p><p>There is one way you can redeem yourself, and for once it is not with cooter & tiddy photos, but please tell me you are an early to mid-twenty something and your parents named you after Cher Horowitz, from the iconic 90's rom-com, Clueless. Also, you aren't stupid AF, but you seem kind of clueless. See what I did there? Bing bong! </p><p>As I mentioned before, I have been in the therapies for some time and I know a thing or two about being gaslit, and that ain't it, boo. I spent the better part of the 10 years I have been putting key to board on this blog preaching that men are simple creatures, most of them not in possession of the gray matter necessary to properly gaslight someone. That kind of Hannibel Lecter shit takes a couple of things: sociopathic tendencies, a narcissistic mentality, and simply the fucking smarts, to be able to play mental chess with someone. And y'all are playing checkers, but with only like half the pieces. King me, motherfucker. </p><p>I am going to say some very simple words to you, and for fuck's sake (it's possessive, because the sake belongs to the fuck, don't come for me, people) heed my words, possible child: If he wanted to, he would.</p><p>You are PROBABLY scratching your head and wondering what in the angry beaver fuck is going on and I will try to break it down further. <b>IF HE WANTED TO, HE WOULD</b>. And you know how I know this? I am only this wise because of my experiences, some hard liquor, maybe a few recreational substances, but also because I have lived this shit. Like until recently. So do me a favor and walk with me, child.</p><p>Several years ago, I wrote some columns about this dude I was dating. We will call him the Silver Fox Fuckboy, because that is literally what I call him in all the columns. Hell, that was even his name in my phone for some time. But hear me out bc there actually is a point to this story. We were on and off for about 5 years. In those 5 years, we were everything and nothing to each other at different times. We told each other we loved each other, we met each other's parents, we were ride or dies. I thought maybe, just maybe, he was the one. Mostly because I let him do butt stuff to me, but that is the kind of thing you do when you are in luuuuuurrrve. However, time and time again, when shit seemed to be going great, the fights would start. The evasiveness. The shitty comments. And then finally, we would break up. But the brown eye wants what the brown eye wants, and I would eventually find my way back to him. FOR FIVE FUCKING YEARS. </p><p>Recently, we kind of rekindled things, but in a FWB way, not in a relationship-y way, mostly because dude lives less than a mile away from me and I liked to get dicked down. No shame in my game. This goes on for a little while, and then he posts something cryptic on twitter, and of course I had to respond because I knew exactly what the fuck he meant. And what it meant was that he was seeing someone; someone who was not me. Well shit. </p><p>Here is why this is all significant, my little push-pop: in the few months he has been seeing this new person, I have seen him do a lot of the things that I would have given my left tit for him to do when we were together. Ok, that was dramatic, even for me, because I have fantastic tits and I would never do anything like that. I am sure I have you all sorts of mind-fucked now, because how would I know that he is doing the things for her he never really did with me? Because right before you undid all of the majestical healing I had undergone, I decided to try to be a more mature and rational person and stay friends with him. TBH, and this is some real shit, we make great friends. The SFFB drove me to and from Orlando last month (about 5 hours RT, each way) so I didn't have to drive myself to the airport when I was going to Iceland and had some crazy flights to and from there (for the record, I hate driving and I am a goddamn menace behind the wheel, so this was also a public safety thing.) When I have a shit day and need a wine buddy, this motherfucker always has a fresh box cracked. And that is also not a joke, dude loves his boxed wine. We live close to the ocean and sometimes we go for walks after work. Or he talks shit to me during March Madness, when my beloved Blue Devils lose and I want to cry and hit things. Basically, we took sex out of the equation and remembered why we hit it off in the first place, and I met his new lady friend and she is really lovely. That is not laced with sarcasm, either. She's a baddie. See, look at how mature I've become and shit. </p><p>The moral of that long ass story was something I said in the beginning. IF HE WANTED TO, HE WOULD. And now this next part is going to be about as awkward as Joe Exotic waiting for his pardon when the former President was leaving office... that he never got. </p><p>Your guy isn't gaslighting you. He is just doing what he wants, because he can. You can either muster up some self-respect, and grab your playstation one final time, and moonwalk the fuck out of his life, or you can continue to pine for him the way Joe Exotic was pining for that pardon. Fuck it, maybe go Carole Baskin and start unaliving people if your heart is really that broken. Bitches be crazy sometimes, and well, that's just motherfucking life if you're into that sort of shit. </p><p>Oh, and the 'online' shit. GIRL STOP. All my socials say I am online all the time, even when I am sleeping or doing blow in sketchy bathrooms with people I just met. I have turned that notification off, and it still is trying to incriminate me. Do better, say less. Seriously, don't let people know you are stalking his online presence. It's giving me eau de desperation and that shit reeks. Also, stop doing drive bys - that fatal attraction shit is weak sauce, and even if you use the dumbest word in the history of words, I know you aren't that much of a dumb bitch. So stop acting like it. Even GG would be telling you the same shit I'm preaching. Why? Bc we think alike and know situations like this all too fucking well. </p><p>May your vagina have mercy on his soul and never cross that bridge ever again...well, unless you're into real fucked up mind games and like to play the victim. </p><p><br /></p><p>Godspeed Soul Sister,</p><p>H-Bomb</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189966883350696402.post-33985482961080088732021-02-04T04:00:00.001-08:002021-02-04T04:00:02.159-08:00Wait, What?! Podcast: Episode 24 - The Valentine's Day Special <div id="buzzsprout-player-7664119"></div>
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Podcast: Episode 17 - Don't Get Beat Up<div id="buzzsprout-player-6794266"></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189966883350696402.post-83484554850033867972020-11-11T19:26:00.000-08:002020-11-11T19:26:50.858-08:00Wait, What?! Podcast: Episode 11 - The Great Debate & Your Guide To Some Movie Mind Fucks<div id="buzzsprout-player-6315136"></div>
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<script src="https://www.buzzsprout.com/1369768/6183910-the-new-age-of-dating.js?container_id=buzzsprout-player-6183910&player=small" type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189966883350696402.post-30445928707132420132020-10-30T11:35:00.000-07:002020-10-30T11:35:40.230-07:0050 Things That Happened or You're Guilty of Doing During COVID-19<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lX8K4CzNrB8/X5xUtVcjFyI/AAAAAAAAKKo/a13YJGSj6D0kMoj2cLTx0hquTX6BYF5xACLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/586c445fa885bff58276a75c4887ee5d.Quarantine-Memes-Stay-at-Home-Social-Distancing-Coronavirus-Park-Memes-Funny-Covid19-Jokes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lX8K4CzNrB8/X5xUtVcjFyI/AAAAAAAAKKo/a13YJGSj6D0kMoj2cLTx0hquTX6BYF5xACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/586c445fa885bff58276a75c4887ee5d.Quarantine-Memes-Stay-at-Home-Social-Distancing-Coronavirus-Park-Memes-Funny-Covid19-Jokes.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><br /></p><p>1) Got laid off and started an Only Fans Page. </p><p><br /></p><p>2) While working from home, you left to go to the store (Target, WalMart, Sex Toy shop) and got a message from your boss that something was needed right away. </p><p><br /></p><p>3) Got pregnant or got someone pregnant.</p><p><br /></p><p>4) Divorced/separated. </p><p><br /></p><p>5) Found QAnon and believed that Wayfair shit was real.</p><p><br /></p><p>6) Took advantage of PornHub's free Premium service; subsequently found the end of PornHub.</p><p><br /></p><p>7) Went on a Zoom Date; Realized Zoom dating is wack, went back to PornHub.</p><p><br /></p><p>8) Was worried that your COVID-19 swab test would show massive trace amounts of cocaine. Which it did. </p><p><br /></p><p>9) Believed back in March that this would be over in 6 weeks and was thankful to Tiger King for the distraction.</p><p><br /></p><p>10) Realized it is almost November and lamented again that this is both the longest and fastest moving year and curse every time you see a news article about someone opening a sarcophagus or digging up some sacred archeological relic, like WHY?? Stop fucking with shit so we can get over this. </p><p><br /></p><p>11) Drank WAY too much.</p><p><br /></p><p>12) Ate WAY too much.</p><p><br /></p><p>13) Went on a diet.</p><p><br /></p><p>14) Fell off your diet.</p><p><br /></p><p>15) Repeated #11 and #12 again.</p><p><br /></p><p>16) Cried in the corner of the shower almost every day.</p><p><br /></p><p>17) Realized you aren't cut out to die alone.</p><p><br /></p><p>18) Realized you miss people so much that if you got invited to see them and all your friends, you wouldn't show up. </p><p><br /></p><p>19) Became a banana bread and sourdough making MOTHERFUCKER.</p><p><br /></p><p>20) Females cut or dyed their hair only to fuck it up...badly.</p><p><br /></p><p>21) Guys discovering the shape of their head is actually really fucked up after cutting their own hair.</p><p><br /></p><p>22) Cry before ANOTHER Zoom meeting.</p><p><br /></p><p>23) Wish a motherfucker would.</p><p><br /></p><p>24) Found a new hobby.</p><p><br /></p><p>25) Quit the new hobby 2 minutes into it.</p><p><br /></p><p>26) Amazon Primed like a motherfucker.</p><p><br /></p><p>27 Dogs adopted EVERYWHERE (thank you, Jesus!).</p><p><br /></p><p>28) Screamed at the top of your lungs, "When the fuck is this year gonna be over?!"</p><p><br /></p><p>29) Realized your kids teacher was right all this time that they are, in fact, a little fucking asshole.</p><p><br /></p><p>30) You never thought you’d spend so much money on “snacks”.</p><p><br /></p><p>31) Played games of chance while looking at the scale and crossing your fingers you didn’t gain any weight while holding the pants you haven’t put on in 8 months.</p><p><br /></p><p>32) Not put actual pants on in 8 months.</p><p><br /></p><p>33) Rotate the same 3 outfits during the week and not give any fucks.</p><p><br /></p><p>34) Spoke under your breathe multiple times a day, “Please God, don't make me let them see these hands..." </p><p><br /></p><p>35) Spoke to the Manager. </p><p><br /></p><p>36) Motherfucker'd like a motherfucker.</p><p><br /></p><p>37) Asked yourself, "What the fuck am I going to do with all this goddamn toilet paper?!"</p><p><br /></p><p>38) Shook your head in shame after wasting all your hard earned money on canned goods back in March...bc the "world was going to end" apparently. </p><p><br /></p><p>39) Masturbated...A LOT.</p><p><br /></p><p>40) Made new friends via online gaming. COD anyone?</p><p><br /></p><p>41) Sent a dick pic.</p><p><br /></p><p>42) Received a dick pic. </p><p><br /></p><p>43) Cried while you ate.</p><p><br /></p><p>44) Smiled while you ate. </p><p><br /></p><p>45) Re-evaluated your life situation while you ate...FAT ASS. </p><p><br /></p><p>46) Finished Netflix, HULU and Prime Video. </p><p><br /></p><p>47) Social distanced from life bc let's be honest...2020 IS FUUUUUUUCKED UP!</p><p><br /></p><p>48) Tik Tok'd.</p><p><br /></p><p>49) Got so overly excited that you were finally going to do some DIY projects at your house only to realize that your house now looks like a fucking bomb went off and there's nowhere to eat, sleep, shit or hide. </p><p><br /></p><p>50) Waiting patiently for 2021 to not fuck us over. </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189966883350696402.post-67472537812110267882020-10-29T07:38:00.003-07:002020-10-29T07:38:49.526-07:00Wait, What?! Podcast: Episode 8 - Let's Talk About Sex, Baby...Oh, And Other Shit, Too<div id="buzzsprout-player-6123031"></div>
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<script src="https://www.buzzsprout.com/1369768/5919466-things-that-make-you-go-hmmm-when-high.js?container_id=buzzsprout-player-5919466&player=small" type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189966883350696402.post-80735600996352461382020-10-09T09:20:00.001-07:002020-10-09T09:20:08.064-07:0075 Thoughts Everyone Has When Hungover At Work<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMj4d0vedRc/X4CNcIKj0MI/AAAAAAAAFNw/8Btjk42VtRMMQhAJRrPe1nq4xSQxNT7fwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1220/Screen%2BShot%2B2020-10-09%2Bat%2B9.18.22%2BAM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="738" data-original-width="1220" height="243" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMj4d0vedRc/X4CNcIKj0MI/AAAAAAAAFNw/8Btjk42VtRMMQhAJRrPe1nq4xSQxNT7fwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h243/Screen%2BShot%2B2020-10-09%2Bat%2B9.18.22%2BAM.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>1. I will make it through this day I will make it through this day.</p><p><br /></p><p>2. If I survived public transport I can survive eight hours of pretending to work.</p><p><br /></p><p>3. Maybe if I keep a low profile no one will know I’m wearing the same clothes as yesterday.</p><p><br /></p><p>4. And that I’m drinking Coke at 9am.</p><p><br /></p><p>5. And that I smell of Jagerbombs.</p><p><br /></p><p>6. And disappointing sex.</p><p><br /></p><p>7. Clutching onto an egg McMuffin like it’s your last bit of crack is probably a bit suspicious though.</p><p><br /></p><p>8. Thank you McMuffin for bringing light into an otherwise dark and twisted world.</p><p><br /></p><p>9. Not eating last night was a mistake.</p><p><br /></p><p>10. A mistake among many other horrible mistakes.</p><p><br /></p><p>11. Like telling Amy from accounts my dream about David Attenborough doing some very sexy ironing.</p><p><br /></p><p>12. And how turned on I was by it.</p><p><br /></p><p>13. Very turned on.</p><p><br /></p><p>14. Why does everyone looks so productive?</p><p><br /></p><p>15. Look at them, working.</p><p><br /></p><p>16. LOSERS, ALL OF YOU. </p><p><br /></p><p>17. I do NOT want to be here.</p><p><br /></p><p>18. Oh god, John is asking me about a report already.</p><p><br /></p><p>19. WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO ME JOHN?</p><p><br /></p><p>20. Can you not see I’m in no fit state to talk to you about fucking bar charts John?</p><p><br /></p><p>21. I’m eating a double sausage and egg McMuffin and drinking a can of fucking Coke FOR CHRIST’S SAKE JOHN.</p><p><br /></p><p>22. I think he’s noticed I’m basically brain dead.</p><p><br /></p><p>23. The drool was a nice touch.</p><p><br /></p><p>24. Albeit completely involuntary.</p><p><br /></p><p>25. I just want to go home.</p><p><br /></p><p>26. Would anyone even notice me if I left?</p><p><br /></p><p>27. I’m really not important here guys.</p><p><br /></p><p>28. Just fire me.</p><p><br /></p><p>29. I fuck everything up anyway.</p><p><br /></p><p>30. I don’t even know how to use the printer.</p><p><br /></p><p>31. Maybe I’ll force them to fire me. </p><p><br /></p><p>32. I’ll punch John in the face.</p><p><br /></p><p>33. No, need money.</p><p><br /></p><p>34. Money to keep up this shameless, hedonistic lifestyle.</p><p><br /></p><p>35. I’m like Jordan fucking Belfort.</p><p><br /></p><p>36. What is our CEO doing on this floor?</p><p><br /></p><p>37. Nothing to see here Madam CEO, just me working on some very important slides.</p><p><br /></p><p>38. Some very important slides that just say “slides” but in different colours.</p><p><br /></p><p>39. Quite good really.</p><p><br /></p><p>40. God, I don’t want to do anything.</p><p><br /></p><p>45. Turns out pretending to work is harder than actually working.</p><p><br /></p><p>46. I’m just gonna go to the loo, if I’m lucky I’ll be sick.</p><p><br /></p><p>47. Or I’ll have a poo.</p><p><br /></p><p>48. The toilet is so warm.</p><p><br /></p><p>49. I’ll just close my eyes for a second.</p><p><br /></p><p>50. Or a minute.</p><p><br /></p><p>51. Maybe an hour.</p><p><br /></p><p>52. SHIT HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN HERE?</p><p><br /></p><p>53. How is it only 11am?</p><p><br /></p><p>54. This is the longest day in the history of man.</p><p><br /></p><p>55. Someone save me.</p><p><br /></p><p>56. I’m gonna take lunch early and have another nap in the supplies cupboard.</p><p><br /></p><p>57. Wait who’s in here?</p><p><br /></p><p>58. Oh, just another desperate colleague filled with all-consuming shame.</p><p><br /></p><p>59. Feel a bit better about myself now.</p><p><br /></p><p>60. Boozy lunch at the pub is being discussed.</p><p><br /></p><p>61. This could go two ways.</p><p><br /></p><p>62. I could feel better, hair of the dog and all that.</p><p><br /></p><p>63. Or, I could feel worse and be sick everywhere and have to go home.</p><p><br /></p><p>64. Either way I win I guess.</p><p><br /></p><p>65. This is probably the best decision I’ve made all week.</p><p><br /></p><p>66. Well that was probably the worst decision I’ve made all week.</p><p><br /></p><p>67. That, and letting David Attenborough undress me with his feet.</p><p><br /></p><p>68. I’m going to stare at my screen and think about my life choices.</p><p><br /></p><p>69. Thank god Friday is not even a real working day.</p><p><br /></p><p>70. Can people not see the pain I am in?</p><p><br /></p><p>71. Everyone’s clocking off at 5 and fucking off to the pub.</p><p><br /></p><p>71. Maybe I can slip out too as if I’m going with them.</p><p><br /></p><p>73. Then run off home and question my entire existence.</p><p><br /></p><p>74. Or I could just go to the pub and do it all again…</p><p><br /></p><p>75. WAIT FOR ME JOHN!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189966883350696402.post-89470155319612879882020-10-08T09:21:00.003-07:002020-10-08T09:21:39.405-07:00Wait, What?! Podcast: Episode 5 - The Reality Show We Call Life<div id="buzzsprout-player-5771770"></div>
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