trabalho
Money, get away.
Get a good job with good pay and you're okay.
Money, it's a gas.
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I'll buy me a football team.
Money, get back.
I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack.
Money, it's a hit.
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit.
I'm in the high-fidelity first class travelling set
And I think I need a Lear jet.
Money, it's a crime.
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie.
Money, so they sayIs the root of all evil today.
But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise
that they'regiving none away.
"HuHuh! I was in the right!"
"Yes, absolutely in the right!"
"I certainly was in the right!"
"You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for abruising!"
"Yeah!"
"Why does anyone do anything?"
"I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!"
"I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. He was asking
why he wasn't coming up on freely, after I was yelling and
screaming and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely.
It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out"
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série: misturinha
título: receita para enlouquecer
técnica: murro em ponta de faca
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porque eu odeio meu emprego. porque eu não consigo mais esconder isso nem de mim nem dos outros. porque é desesperador.
é desesperador porque eu não tenho pra onde ir, e na verdade ainda tenho medo de ir.
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pic_michael hainsworth
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posted by caro!ina @ 12:31 AM
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