deer diery. get me! i sownd like that fat slag wiv the big nickers. fuck off! i now wat sum of yerz are thinkin - i am the fat slag wiv the big nickers. no the other won hoo had her diary and cudnt get a fella. i said fuck off! ok so maybe we are alyke. bridgit wasnt it.
well im on the werks internet in the store room. lyn wiv the limp put a passwerd on the wy fy and i fownd it in her handbag. fownd a pakit of tampons too. whoz she trying to kid. her friggin overees shrivelled up years ago. shes put me on eester perishables. frig me i carnt look at anuther creme egg or lindt bunny agen i feel sick. well she did say i shud do a stock take. i normally take the stock home.
got some very sad news about me anty ethel wiv the embalizm. a big loss too. poor cow spent her life savins on a trip to las vaygas to see gladis nite and the pips whoever the fuck they are. well the biggest loss woz the tikets cost £300. gladis woz late cummin on (i now that feelin) talked abowt her ded mum for neerly an hour. then they weeled just 1 pip in in a weel chair. she only did 3 songs then frigged off. poor anty ethel was desimated. she said shedve had more fun at the soshial club and the cuntry and western tribuwte act Tammy Wynot. so if yer gowin to vaygas giv old gladis a miss.
rite ill av t'go. gettin evils off fat frank i now wat he wonts and e can frig off. not in the mood for doin charitee today. laterz.
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