My recent sojourn in the pleasurable surroundings of the Eire penal system gave me time to reflect.
And I ask myself, and you, dear bosky reader (for you are one, literally and metaphorically), this question: Where have all these miserable, sour-faced, pulp-brained bureaucrats come from, all of a sudden?
Crawling out of the woodwork , they are, at every turn. Is anyone getting paid to deliver anything real?
Fuck 'em all.
1 comment:
Crumbs
where do we go next?
It`s so hard being satiriological.
Great choice of photo, Bud, but without a context.
Why not just join eborforestry?
At least we have some provenance and Mrs Ebor Forestry is game.
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