FLEA IN MY FUR
I have this fellow colleague in my office.
Not only does his face resembles a kind of creature that snorts, he has a personality as positive as Lucifer's.
There's a common sense in this world: if you are capable, nobody cover their noses when you fart.
As for this snorty little arsehole, he has holes all over his cheese brain. Even though he has bad English in his language power, he speaks with a forced british-american-indonesian accent. It's traumatizing to the spell-checkers whenever they hear him speak, whereby he always ends each word with a drag on the last letter.
His favourite past-time is to make people look like a fool and tries to boost his pea-sized ego by saying stupid things with a "oh-now-u-know" grin.
I'm accumulating all the nasty things he did to me. Ain't gonna let him on the loose for long. As I always say, I'm a tame little pussy till you step on my tail.
Watch out, pighead.
I can't wait to lick you with my acid tongue.
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