How was the wors?
Clear, crisp with the sun still needing to enlighten this here quiet Namibian morning...
Tom Singing about you not having to be rich to be his.....
Followed by Morten wanting to be touched, (Extremely rare double Moose points up for grabs here if you know what I am referring too
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As per the norm for a Satruday morn, the Moose, he sips on his mega cup of steaming robust coffee that the ever so faithful English HO brought forth unto him a mere minute ago.... His faithful remaining cat, The Infamous Japanese bobtail, Bluebee , purring ever so lightly apon his manly chest....he ponders the comimg day...
Well.... It's a public holiday, but I have work, for I chose retail as my trade in this enslaved life of mine..
But, after 13:00 , when I lock the doors, a few mates of mine and I will be installing a few camera's in the store, whilst lighting a fire in the receiving yard and consuming a number of ice cold one's..... I have already informed the Generalissimo English HO that I shall be coming home late and slghtly inebriated....
Rest of you timber burners, raise them there glasses high and may your marshmallows on the sticks remain forever melted...
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