Was just looking at jobs in Belfast for when I go back, they all look shit, I won't be around long enough to please any employer...
I only wanted to wax my legs.
Someone please come along and make me bland and uncrazy so shelf-stacking can commence without mental risk rar, ah rah RAH.
Urgh no I really DON'T want a job, razor will have to do.
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