Overworked and underpaid

I can’t stop drinking water today. It’s like I’ve caught some bizarre thirsty disease and my body is stocking up for the winter. I’m figuring Herr Liver has finally made a stand and gone on strike, “Look, guys, I’m fed up with this bullshit. I’m just not doing it anymore. I, I… I just work so hard, you know, and no-one ever appreciates me. No one ever stands up and says, ‘Liver, mate, we think you’re tops. Keep up the good work.’ Well, fuck it, you can bloody well digest your own bloody alcohol.”

Maybe I’ll give the little guy a break for a couple of days.

Posted in Mwah on Monday October 31, 2005.