And You Thought List-en was bad…
Everyone in my uni course is subscribed to a mailing list called bitwork (cos we’re all on 6 months of industrial training). It was set up so we could keep in contact with each other (the truth actually is – that it was set up because the majority of us have nothing better to do at work than e-mail each other). As the final week of work draws nearer, it’s started getting wacky. The last 50 mails I’ve got from it over the last 3 hours are all written in rhyme (mostly limer i cks, actually). Example:
Hey Renai, you’re such a joke
what did I ever do?
I didn’t even poke.
Stop your sledging
stop your poems.
GET BACK TO WORK
YOU FUCKING JERK.
Save me. I know these people.
4:30pm (GMT +10.00) tomorrow from Work, North Sydney
