Here’s some trivia. I broke a mop at work today. A wooden handle, I snapped it right in half. a strand of the mop head got caught in a machine and I tried to pull it out and: CRACK! The boss just laughed. When he gets tired he laughs at everything.
You taking steroids bro? lol
He sounds like a good boss…
Hmm. . .
Sounds Like A Strange Fierce Force Of Fierce Force Strength You Must Perhaps Own.
Be Wander Of Careful With That Method In Of Wondering Workforce?.
What Is The Economy Unavoidable Unaffected?.
I actually almost understand all that.
Ah, he’s alright. Not strict at all, easygoing. He laughs at people though.
Hmm. . .
Laughing At People Is Annoying.
Can’t Do That, Humility And All Doesn’t Agree With That Sentiment Of Self Loathing.
Hmm. . .
My Very First Therapist, Many, Many Moons Ago.
Once Told Me, As I Called Her Up Worried About Being Ever Being Able To Sleep Again.
The Panic Switch Of The Darkness. The Everlasting Void Of Suffering.
I Said, ‘I Am Afraid Of The Dark’. (Kinda Like That Olde Show).
And She Simply Said, ‘Leave The Lights On, You’ll Be Fine’.
So I Never Turned Them Off Again.
And It Helps.
Although, I Sleep In That Void Now. And It’s Kinda Comfortable.
Strange Therapist.
She Didn’t Know Her Strength!.
It was probably worn down over time. I have mistakenly broken a mop handle too before
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