where's your story about it?I hate babies.
That is all.
What branch of the service does microwave technician fall under? Gotta have a contingency if things don't go to plan
Before I became a professional chicken I worked in an orphanage in a little town off the coast of Port Augusta. It was my job to ensure that the children in my care were well fed and watered after a hard day's slog in the tobacco fields. I kept the young scamps in line thanks to my trusty rolled up copy of the Coffs Harbour Gazzette which I would periodically use to clip them over the head with. A few hours in an esky full of scorpions also helped in discipline.
All was going swimmingly until one day when a couple of babies turned up at the orphanage door. Mr Glasscock, the orphanage head requested that I raise the children as my own as I had been rendered sterile due to my time as a microwave technician during the Vietnam war. To cut a long story short the children grew up to be model citizens with five Nobel prizes between them.
That is why I hate babies.
Today was a winning day. Met up with a new girl for lunch, hit it off and had no troubles organising a follow up date. I then went to JB Hi-Fi and bought 8 blu-rays and a DVD. Swwweeeeeettttt.