It was cold and it was freezing his lungs filled up with brine Half of Glasgow mourned him while Bill Struth drank fine wine Now when i go fishing, just like those days of yore I thank God I'm not wearing the life jacket Wilton wore.
You do realise that when your "rival" employee is found dead an investigation will be carried out and sooner or later the police will have access to your computer. Bewildered by your thousands of high definition photos of food they will still explore through your hard drive and internet history, hop, skip and a jumping over the many fastfood restaurants you have bookmarked, to find this site. They will of course look through your history on here, looking into how you act and react around different personalities and then they will come up with a profile of how they assume you behave. When they do finally stumble across this article that you created, it will be a closed case. You will plead your innocence but no one will believe you. Your family will support you throughout in the courtroom weeping heavily, trying to reassure their belief in you by staring into your red puffy eyes. The judge will have a different look on the matter and will subsequently send you down for life imprisonment. The first few weeks will be tough as you will constantly be picked on for having a flabby white belly, this will diminish in time though. The scars and bruises you display every passing week, will be ignored by the wardens and be sniggered at by fellow prisoners. After countless letters from you and your family to the appeal board you will finally realise that your efforts are futile and that you can no longer take the turmoil of living within a cage and the burden you are putting upon your family. You will write a very touching letter to your family and then hang yourself in your cell. Your family will be distraught, they will never get over it. But they can take comfort in the funny stories read out in your eulogy and the 10 people that turned up. Just an idea of what could happen Pud.
My ideal job would be Katy Perry's personal assistant/dresser/hygienist/masseuse/gynecologist. I would kill every **** on the planet to get that job.
