Bitch and Moan about your co-workers here.
I love the girl who sits right across from me UNTIL she eats. Her jaw makes that cracking noise everytime she chews. Grosses me the eff out. Not only that but she is always singing in this high pitched Soprano voice. The last thing I want to hear in the background when someone on the phone is humping me is a soundtrack of her singing and her jaw cracking. Arrgghhh!!!!!!!
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?