I’ve been on a little holiday this week, a few days away in a nice country location.
After a lovely week pottering around we decided to have a buffet breakfast at a pub on the way home, to avoid the faff of having to cook.
We’re sat quietly noshing away on the full English (with fried bread and black pudding) and there’s a cunt in the corner tapping away on a laptop.
Fair enough, he was keeping himself to himself and was quiet. Suddenly we could here, what I’d assume was some sort of hideous Zoom or Teams meeting going on.
Fuck off you massive corporate bastard, take your team, laptop, open top shirt (no tie of course) and your empty plate and shove it up your arse. Don’t spoil others quiet enjoyment of a full English with your work bollocks, I don’t want to hear sycophantic employees faking bonhomie for the sake of appearances.
And the cunt had a beard.
Nominated by: Bertram Cuntatious DCO



