Since then, I have received my letter, there were very few days when I myself the injustice done to work shoes. Carefree summer days by with nothing but a wad of sole between me and the earth. Once you have that white is "tan" the V on the bridge of your foot gets started, sandal wearing days are few and far apart.
Yesterday morning I forced my need some brown leather shoes from the closet to catch, it seemed as if I dompass for the government to show. I still live here but I really do not belong here. Gezuit getie and I put the piece in my two colleagues to pick up the last walk to the electric chair.
The two battery hens that I should pick up the airport's kroppe is nice and stuffed their cheeks shiny lush in the Cape's summer sun. A Excessive belly and legs stringed guitar is so unique to the corporate world as a ring on the marriage. Days you sit like a battery chicken next boardroom tables are lined thick and constantly make the same sound over and over. If you really want to excel, you slap every now and then your scruff, hopeful for a few pips.
During our first meeting, deliver fall upon me that I was just as much a cadaver could have been. The people around me talking here, but it does matter dockside to me, fuck what they say, my time is my dompass expired. So in my uniqueness I looked down at my old brown werkskoentjies. Damn uncomfortable for feet that know of wear thongs.
The next few meetings can only be described by the evergreen Ford Fairlane charlatan "... it's like Masturbating with a cheeseburger Greater, Slightly amuzing, but mostly pain full ....." In my beloved mother would my emotional state as uitgekotste trifle could describe. This is the beginning of a mix-up, but once it is chewed and then uitgekots is, nobody knows what's dockside going on or where it came from.
As I sit here writing, I can happily confirm that my cup is over. The two chickens in a rental car fort. Truly a great relief that I do not have time in the atmosphere have feigned to spend it. Talk about uncomfortable. Back at home my work shoes and they neatly packed away. My baggies dockside and t shirt dressed my feet slid into my preposterous yellow dockside comfortable thongs.
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