Edmond Dantes
Well-Known Member
You finish work the prospect of one day of work left is nauseating.
You arrive at work, a whole day before a game head of you.
Minutes tick by one by one.
...you tell your boss you have just shit an ocean...go to go home...
Just me?
You arrive at work, a whole day before a game head of you.
Minutes tick by one by one.
...you tell your boss you have just shit an ocean...go to go home...
Just me?