... it is 14.30, the Internet connection dying since 7:00 this morning and oh woe, the bookkeeper absolutely MUST forward the file to the payroll service AccèsD Desjardins so that employees receive their due.
Could you please tell me why These Things Happen it only Monday?
There must be a logical explanation. Therefore, one of these days I will write a thesis on the subject, entitled Monday, the day the gods cursed .
For, as stated by the great philosopher Garfield:
Could you please tell me why These Things Happen it only Monday?
There must be a logical explanation. Therefore, one of these days I will write a thesis on the subject, entitled Monday, the day the gods cursed .
For, as stated by the great philosopher Garfield:
Tell me why?
I do not like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I do not like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I do not like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The Whole Day Down.
I do not like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I do not like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I do not like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The Whole Day Down.
What? You do not know Boomtown Rats? Watch this piece and you will give me some news! (Ohh, lovely Sunday clothes!:-DD)
( *) Please note, the song recounts a tragic event happened in the United States during the 1970s. The group tells a shooting, perpetrated by a 16-year-old who opened fire in a courtyard school located just in front of his residence. This act of madness has cost the lives of two adults and several children were injured. For an explanation, when she was interviewed by police, the girl confessed "I do not like Mondays." Something as vile, full of contempt, without explanation other than a deep rage uncontrolled. Pure insanity.
worry, although I do not appreciate the Mondays, I have absolutely no intention to satisfy my murderous rage on poor defenseless people. Bah, once enraged many, I could always go molest some customers looking for a meal prémâché and without much flavor in the frozen food aisle at Loblaws.
worry, although I do not appreciate the Mondays, I have absolutely no intention to satisfy my murderous rage on poor defenseless people. Bah, once enraged many, I could always go molest some customers looking for a meal prémâché and without much flavor in the frozen food aisle at Loblaws.
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