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Everyone’s job is safe

admin — Thu, 20 Nov 2008 21:39:10 +0000

Now I was having a chat with Mr. R the other day. And we both agreed everyone, bar a few eejits, has a safe job. Thinking about it, we came up with a list of jobs that are always needed, and that seems to be most of the population. Here is just some of the list that we came up with.

Undertakers - There’s always someone that dies
Farmers - We all need food
Supermarket workers - We all need to get the food from somewhere
Delivery drivers - We need to get the food to shops
Oil producers - Needed to get the food to places where people can get to
Engineers - Things always need fixing, and we need sources of heat, clean water, and dirty water taking away
Entertainers - We all need some escapism at some point
Teachers - Everybody needs to learn at some point
Health workers - There’s always ill people
Police - There’s always bad people who need punishing
Politicians - Needed to ensure the laws remain relevant, and to prevent others escaping the law
Fire & rescue - Needed in case of emergency
Takeaway staff - Everyone has a stressful job and can’t be bothered cooking every now and then.
Twats - Who else would we be able to moan and laugh about?

Okay that’s not a complete list, but the most important jobs are there. Admittedly there are some who could go, such as entertainers and politicians. But the major ones we don’t need are builders and banks, unless there’s people out there who enjoy being ripped off and charged 100 quid for going overdrawn by 12 pence.

Almost Christmas

admin — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 21:37:52 +0000

Well as you know it’s but 14 seconds to Christmas, a bit later than normal. But it has now started, Well, that is because of the credit crunch. Companies cannot afford Christmas this year, and as such it seems that it has been cancelled, mainly because everyone is far too busy or poor.

Or it may be because everyone is spending all their time wanking to porn, which surprisingly is doing a blinding trade. So much so the hospitals are overloaded with blindness due to cum getting in the eye.

Or in all seriousness, maybe everyone is now happy with where they live, as such there is no demand for houses, no need for any new mortgages. Of course the government are going round fucking everyone’s house up so they’ll want to move and make them more money through stamp duty. That and VAT on mortgages.

Mr. Adamson’s holiday

admin — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 14:40:22 +0000

Welcome one and all, although going through the stats, it’s more like one than all. As you may have noticed, I’ve been on holiday this week, and I’m sure that your wondering what it is I’ve been up to. Well you nosey little flaps, I’ve been very un-busy doing lots of re-un-important things. Like learning the art of plane stealing, and flying it into the side of agent m.’s house. Which is exactly as much fun as it sounds. That’s right lots, it’s also very difficult too. I mean stealing Concorde and refuelling the frigger. The mother-flying thing has been idle at Manchester airport for ages.

You wouldn’t believe how much more difficult it is to fly Concorde than it is to fly a 747, man is that a different kettle of tea. Of course agent m. want’s me to rebuild it’s house, but they can just go and fill it with concrete and it’d be just fine.

Anyway, got to go now, as the filth have just entered the end of my road, hope the don’t see the 747 parked in the back garden.

Remember me?

admin — Fri, 17 Oct 2008 13:08:44 +0000

Hello there, I don’t know whether you remember me, but I’m Mr. Adamson, and I’ve kindly been given this web-space, so without any further ado, I’m going to announce that there will be a new chapter of my diary story uploaded to the main web-site this coming week. It’s chapter 21, and it’s called Occupying with Mr. Adamson, it is based around when I went to visit the occupier, and got into some trouble.

In other semi-retarded news, the Christmas special is currently being penned. That’s written to you and me, and supposedly if I believe the rumours, it’s going to be ad-erotica-son, that is a porn chapter, but strictly that’s just a rumour a the moment.

In other news; the other day I went round to see the dippy old trout, Fucking crazy old mere she is. When I got there she’d only got her head stuck in the cat-flap. But then again that’s not as bad as last week, when she managed to get herself locked inside her car,

Wooop new blog

admin — Tue, 30 Sep 2008 12:02:36 +0000

Hello I’m Mr. Adamson, and this is my diary, only online. Now I know what your thinking, how can this be happening, the things you do arn’t human, but I am. I don’t know how, but somehow I can do the things I do. This diary will be my collection of things I do in my day to day life. The people I meet, and so on and so forth. What’s the point, well the point is, there are a lot of gloomy people out there, my creator being one of them, and I hope that through sharing my thoughts and experiences, I’ll be able to cheer at least some of you people up. Because as we all know, a laugh a day keeps the doctor away. Well that’s what I think anyway.

So I’ll soon start to post in the online diary, blog, whatever you want to call it. So I guess I’ll see you when I see you.

Lots of Love Mr. Adamson

Hello world!

admin — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 22:15:39 +0000

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