On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
A roster full of dead shifts.
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Stingy customers
And a roster full of of dead shifts
On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Too much new stock
Stingy customers
And a roster full of dead shifts
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Overrated budgets
Too much new stock
Stingy customers
And a roster full of dead shifts
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
I HAVE NO LIFE!
Overrated budgets
Too much new stock
Stingy customers
And a roster full of dead shifts
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
A list of mark downs
I HAVE NO LIFE!
Overrated budgets
Too much new stock
Stingy customers
And a roster full of dead shifts
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
A bunch of returns
A list of mark downs
I HAVE NO LIFE!
Overrated budgets
Too much new stock
Stingy customers
And a roster full of dead shifts
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Bloody fucking thieves!
A bunch of returns
A list of mark downs
I HAVE NO LIFE!
Overrated budgets
Too much new stock
Stingy customers
And a roster full of dead shifts
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
No further discounts! (Price as marked. Stop insisting!)
Bloody fucking thieves
A bunch of returns
A list of mark downs
I HAVE NO LIFE!
Overrated budgets
Too much new stock
Stingy customers
And a roster full of dead shifts
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
I can't feel my legs
No further discounts
Bloody fucking thieves
A bunch of returns
A list of mark downs
I HAVE NO LIFE!
Overrated budgets
Too much new stock
Stingy customers
And a roster full of dead shifts
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
Mad Christmas rush!
I can't feel my legs
No further discounts
Bloody fucking thieves
A bunch of returns
A list of mark downs
I HAVE NO LIFE!
Overrated budgets
Too much new stock
Stingy customers
And a roster full of dead shifts
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
I'M WORKING ON BOXING DAY
Mad Christmas rush
I can't feel my legs
No further discounts
Bloody fucking thieves
A bunch of returns
A list of mark downs
I HAVE NO LIFE!
Overrated budgets
Too much new stock
Stingy customers
...AND IT'S ALL WORTH IT WHEN I LOOK AT THE MONEY!!!
As you can see, that's what I've been doing (as well as everyone who works in retail) for the past month.
Merry Christmas from Alice on Antifuck! The rest of the contributors can make their own Christmas post. Sharing is for the kind hearted and poser celebrities!
Monday, December 15, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Best. Game. Ever.
Spin the bottle.
I'm now regretting all those years I didn't play it since last time :P
Alright readers! ITT: Your favourite party game!
KGO.
I'm now regretting all those years I didn't play it since last time :P
Alright readers! ITT: Your favourite party game!
KGO.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Why didnt i think of this...
When the economy is going to hell what do you do... No dont look for superman, Create your own money ! hahaha -- pictures of spiders that is LOL --> Read the news link below of the most entertaining emails of a man trying to pay his bills with a drawing of a spider HAHAHAH
http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=665847
http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=665847
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Hax0ring your mother's gibson since %your.age + 0.75 years ago
I provided for myself conclusive evidence last night that I am a pessimist.
Was at a club in the city last night (said city being Adelaide, Australia for you imaginary new readers we like to think we get every now and then), and my mind wandered as it is wont to do. Being a stomping ground for young peacocks showing off their tailfeathers to the black widows, the surroundings prompted my thoughts to turn to old flames. My best friend being plastered to her new boyfriend on the couch next to me probably didn't help either.
At one point or another, we all do this. We take the likeliest unlikely place to meet an old flame and mentally create an encounter with them. Depending on how you and your ex parted ways, the likely outcomes of these imagined encounters are:
1) You hook up again
2) You shoot them in the face with arrows until it stops being funny (dying of old age about halfway through)
3) You have no old flames so stop daydreaming and start flirting. Have you even hit puberty yet?
My mind has a tendancy to run rampant, bouncing through tangents faster than a hadron collider invalidating a newfag's argument. You'll see evidence of this in my comics as soon as exams are over and I start clogging the tubes with them.
Closer to the point (HIGH SCORE!), in my mental encounter which was originally going to go down the road of #1 (sounds like my ex and I go to the toilet together, doesn't it? Bon apetit, mes amis.) however it didn't quite turn out that way - as unexpected to myself as anyone else.
What actually happened is that my big-mouthed best friend, whom I love dearly but sometimes wish I could garrotte with my mind, screwed it up for me. Yes, in an entirely imaginary encounter, someone actually screws it up and I don't live happily ever after. In my own mind. This struck me as immensely funny and I cracked up laughing which, after sitting pensively for a while, was apparently quite disconcerting. Two minutes later, my best friend's boyfriend (of about 3 days now) asks me a very specific question on a matter that I don't wish to talk about right now and asked my best friend not to air about to every person she meets.
Huzzah. I was terribly impressed. At least my mental impersonation of my best friend was accurate.
Ok, hassling the reader time. Yes, you, put your pants back on and pay attention. You have a task to perform.
ITT: Best friends you just wanna kill sometimes. kgo.
Was at a club in the city last night (said city being Adelaide, Australia for you imaginary new readers we like to think we get every now and then), and my mind wandered as it is wont to do. Being a stomping ground for young peacocks showing off their tailfeathers to the black widows, the surroundings prompted my thoughts to turn to old flames. My best friend being plastered to her new boyfriend on the couch next to me probably didn't help either.
At one point or another, we all do this. We take the likeliest unlikely place to meet an old flame and mentally create an encounter with them. Depending on how you and your ex parted ways, the likely outcomes of these imagined encounters are:
1) You hook up again
2) You shoot them in the face with arrows until it stops being funny (dying of old age about halfway through)
3) You have no old flames so stop daydreaming and start flirting. Have you even hit puberty yet?
My mind has a tendancy to run rampant, bouncing through tangents faster than a hadron collider invalidating a newfag's argument. You'll see evidence of this in my comics as soon as exams are over and I start clogging the tubes with them.
Closer to the point (HIGH SCORE!), in my mental encounter which was originally going to go down the road of #1 (sounds like my ex and I go to the toilet together, doesn't it? Bon apetit, mes amis.) however it didn't quite turn out that way - as unexpected to myself as anyone else.
What actually happened is that my big-mouthed best friend, whom I love dearly but sometimes wish I could garrotte with my mind, screwed it up for me. Yes, in an entirely imaginary encounter, someone actually screws it up and I don't live happily ever after. In my own mind. This struck me as immensely funny and I cracked up laughing which, after sitting pensively for a while, was apparently quite disconcerting. Two minutes later, my best friend's boyfriend (of about 3 days now) asks me a very specific question on a matter that I don't wish to talk about right now and asked my best friend not to air about to every person she meets.
Huzzah. I was terribly impressed. At least my mental impersonation of my best friend was accurate.
Ok, hassling the reader time. Yes, you, put your pants back on and pay attention. You have a task to perform.
ITT: Best friends you just wanna kill sometimes. kgo.
Friday, November 21, 2008
How far a man is willing to go
Oh my god..... i thought there would be limits to how far a man is willing to go to get some, but obviously i was wrong. read the link below and not only wil you vomit, loose weight and your eyes may bleed but be warned hahah some men have no standards
http://birdparty.blogspot.com/2005/02/stds-no-problemo.html
http://birdparty.blogspot.com/2005/02/stds-no-problemo.html
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
A snippet from my Kitsch Music essay...
"Thus, in regards to Benjamin’s argument, the classical music’s quality, value and unique existence has found itself eradicated and replaced with nine-four-eight-one-double-one-double-one; Pizza Hut Delivery!"
I actually wrote that in my essay.
No joke. I am serious.
I actually wrote that in my essay.
No joke. I am serious.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I made this Post longer than usual because I lack the time to make it short.
What do people truly want.... i have thought of this concept more than once over the past few events... and i think, to be blunt, it is bullshit. You see, it's what we truly want and love that influences the world around us, whether we admit it or not. For example we often say we just want to be happy, when what we mean is we want a fuck load of money.... We say we want spiritual enlightenment and a higher sense of understanding when really we want are the easy answers... We say that we want love, affection and companionship but what we really want is sex... We want to be accepted for who we really are when really you wish you looked better, slimmer or to be firmer.
As for myself, what do i truly want, I want space and time from people.... translation... Seriously not in the mood t listen to other peoples problems when i have too many myself.
But ask yourself sometime before claiming to be righteous about your ambitions, justifications upon your actions, step back - remove yourself from the discourse and actually ask yourself for once in your life... "why am i doing this and what am i really asking/wanting"
As for myself, what do i truly want, I want space and time from people.... translation... Seriously not in the mood t listen to other peoples problems when i have too many myself.
But ask yourself sometime before claiming to be righteous about your ambitions, justifications upon your actions, step back - remove yourself from the discourse and actually ask yourself for once in your life... "why am i doing this and what am i really asking/wanting"
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