ShagmoorLounge

March 31, 2005

There are no trash cans in England anymore. I walked all fucking over Hyde and Sloane with Edwin listening to his shit about the fucking Labour and Tories and Blair and Iraq and all kinds of poll tax shit that I couldn't fucking care any less about. According to Ed, the Brits had to 86 all the trash cans because they were being used for terrorist activities. Those sly terrorists. The Brits are too hip to fall for an unattended bag or an orange BMW these days. The terrorists were dropping their TNT loads off in the trash so little children and other innocents could get a nice blast right in the kisser. Well, bugger that. There you are, then.

I have to get the fuck out of this country. I fucking can't stand these idiots with their bad food and bad teeth and bad taste. Although I did make Edwin go looking for vinyl with me. We had to wait until 11 before the shops would open but I found some really random shit. I found some ancient Girl School and Costello for my girl. I picked up some really old Gang of Four and King Crimson and German version Ramones. I'll go back tomorrow and check out the Funk and Country sections. We had to take off because Eddie had to take the wife and kid to some housing appointment. Eddie's woman is on the dole. She gets free housing and all kinds of free shit because this is an overly civilized socialist nation. Eddie, of course, won't marry the girl of his dreams, the mother of his child, because then his income would count and he wouldn't be able to save for a flat of their own and take holidays in the sun. Maybe I should go to the ER and get checked out for free while I'm over here. I could tell everyone my name is Vicious Aloyisius.

We took the entire site down today for like 15 minutes. Old Fat Ass almost had a stroke. What a fucking idiot. He immediately started screaming about how much money he was losing, in 15 minutes, and how he was taking it out of the job. Sure you will, Fat Ass. He could only have lost like $1,200, max. What a retard. I'll finish encoding the traps tonight and then in the morning we'll switch over to the new design. Once I know everything's running cool and I have a good enough grip on Fat Ass and Edwin's balls I can go home. Not a minute too soon.

I still have to find some of that Mary Meko stuff for my chick.

The Shadow knows 1:23 AM
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