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Just moved to Bentleigh and the kebab and hsp choices are dire and the souva situation is also not that flash hot.

Just need a kebab store guy to call me brother or boss and give me a good feed,

You should of done ya market research before moving there.

Location Location Location.
 

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Just go thru her search history

It wasn't on her computer.
Something on the telly in the afternoon when I took the dogs out.

She won't tell me.
Because that show will give me joy probably. 😅.
 
It wasn't on her computer.
Something on the telly in the afternoon when I took the dogs out.

She won't tell me.
Because that show will give me joy probably. 😅.
Need to do a bit of dicktective work and work out what shows were on at the time the dog was taking you for a walk
 
You should of done ya market research before moving there.

Location Location Location.
Its the GF's place.

Pretty good apartment, gym and Aldi close by and close enough to Moorabbin to kidnap Nasiah Wanganeen-Milera for his next contract renewal
 
I love the people that write massive essays when leaving a job, do they realiase come Monday no one at their previous company will give a shit?

"Good luck you'll smash your new role"

Translation: You're a campaigner and I'm glad you're gone, I'm going to fight over your old accounts
 
Its the GF's place.

Pretty good apartment, gym and Aldi close by and close enough to Moorabbin to kidnap Nasiah Wanganeen-Milera for his next contract renewal

Just Uber some tasty foods boss .
 
Mrs R looking at me funny like I'm up to no good.🤣.

Those hoo hasses getting me in troubles.

MP_

And it still dont know what she was watching 😢.
The hoo haas are following you, now in YouTube 😜
 

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The hoo haas are following you, now in YouTube 😜

She was looking at me like I'm up to no good when I was laughing at that.🤣🤣.

Suspicious Brown Dog GIF
 
Going back about 18 years ago a guy I know said he did that. But he went and singled people out in their office saying **** you to quite a few people. Don't know if it's true. Probably was.

When I left my first job after three years of toil at the very bottom of the public service, I was presented with a toaster and a nice card and everyone's best wishes. I wandered down the hall to say goodbye to the other minions and on the way back called in to the Assistant Goods Manager's office.

"I just wanted to say goodbye after all this time..."
"Oh, excellent, it was nice having you here etc"
"...and you are an arrogant, imperious bastard and I wish to never work for the likes of you ever again."

His assistant in the next office just about shat, and Charlie Smith spluttered and fumed and yelled at me to get out. He followed me all the way down the hall - "Get out! Get out before I call the police!" - and I deliberately sauntered back into the accounts office to wave a cheery goodbye to all the open-mouthed stunned mullets before being followed down the stairs and out onto the street before he slammed the door behind me.

Kind of burnt the bridge a bit, but even now I take pleasure in the look on that campaigner's face and the fact that my exit became railway folklore for at least the next twenty years.
 
When I left my first job after three years of toil at the very bottom of the public service, I was presented with a toaster and a nice card and everyone's best wishes. I wandered down the hall to say goodbye to the other minions and on the way back called in to the Assistant Goods Manager's office.

"I just wanted to say goodbye after all this time..."
"Oh, excellent, it was nice having you here etc"
"...and you are an arrogant, imperious bastard and I wish to never work for the likes of you ever again."

His assistant in the next office just about shat, and Charlie Smith spluttered and fumed and yelled at me to get out. He followed me all the way down the hall - "Get out! Get out before I call the police!" - and I deliberately sauntered back into the accounts office to wave a cheery goodbye to all the open-mouthed stunned mullets before being followed down the stairs and out onto the street before he slammed the door behind me.

Kind of burnt the bridge a bit, but even now I take pleasure in the look on that campaigner's face and the fact that my exit became railway folklore for at least the next twenty years.
You magnificent bastard.
 
When I left my first job after three years of toil at the very bottom of the public service, I was presented with a toaster and a nice card and everyone's best wishes. I wandered down the hall to say goodbye to the other minions and on the way back called in to the Assistant Goods Manager's office.

"I just wanted to say goodbye after all this time..."
"Oh, excellent, it was nice having you here etc"
"...and you are an arrogant, imperious bastard and I wish to never work for the likes of you ever again."

His assistant in the next office just about shat, and Charlie Smith spluttered and fumed and yelled at me to get out. He followed me all the way down the hall - "Get out! Get out before I call the police!" - and I deliberately sauntered back into the accounts office to wave a cheery goodbye to all the open-mouthed stunned mullets before being followed down the stairs and out onto the street before he slammed the door behind me.

Kind of burnt the bridge a bit, but even now I take pleasure in the look on that campaigner's face and the fact that my exit became railway folklore for at least the next twenty years.

You awesome campaigner
 

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