what a joyous reunion it was, when grumpy bus driver handed the precious backpack (w/ fancy as fuck camera) over to siggimus
there was mirth & merriment & even a bit of dancing for joy
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sweet lord
hallelujah!
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relax time
duties over, let the fun commence
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ahoy landlubber!
t’day be international speak like a scurvy pirate day
arrrr!
so feed polly an’ put on yer patch an’ put yer best wooden leg fore an’ shout like band o’ pirates
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this time be careful
Thirty years we’ve had, of unfathomably wealthy bankers and dealers being justified as part of the free market.
So they boasted: “I’ve just got my summer bonus and spent part of it on a small African nation which I burnt down for a laugh,” or went to restaurants that charged a thousand pounds for meals such as “asparagus boiled in panda’s tears” or bought cars that ran on liquified diamonds, and it was all proof we lived in a free society in which we were paid what we were worth and couldn’t rely on state handouts. Then the minute their scam falls apart, they’re straight on to the Government squealing “Can we have a free state handout please, our bank’s gone bust.” They’re like spoilt students who go back to their Dad for more money because they’ve blown a year’s allowance in one week. But this soppy government will go “You already had fifty billion quid, what have you done with that? Well alright, here’s another fifty billion we were saving for kidney machines, but this time be careful.”
