The work place

Spug and i may have more in common than we realise.
Spug works with people with learning disabilities, i just work with general LUNATICS!
Everyone here is one step away from care in the community, which doesn't say a lot for me.
Residents in the "home" this morning.
David, wearing a mad ski jumper, think Mark Darcey's mum knitted it. to complete the attire he's got a cream duffle coat and beige chords on, he's asleep looking like a fucking polar bear. He asked me this morning to find him a bird who takes it up the arse with a Californian? and he'll give me 10% commission?
Leigh's dancing with his hood up.
Paul was on the beer last night watching the footie and looks rough as a badgers arse, has already demolished 2 bacon butties and a pint of fresh orange.
Huggy has 2nd degree burns on his face and back coz he went in the tanning rooms for 12 minutes (1st time he's ever been on). Doh
Gary..aka Zulu Warrior, only turns up at lunchtime, looks like Leo Sayer and is the kinkiest fucker on the planet (MJ's met him and his scarey bird).
Clive, constantly fiddling with himself!! wears a long mac and would look at home in a seedy peep show in Amsterdam.

So it's lunchtime and what are we doing?
Eating Pizza hut take out, drinking Rioja and stella, watching porn.

I'm at work damn it, WORK!