In my toime, I’ve fixed entire mine sites with me bare hands, but as I found out via a note stuck to me fridge, there is no JSA for love. The misso reckons I am emotionally stunted and will shack up with Johnno if I don’t meet her needs – needs beyond knocking her in the shit factory each morning with me flesh hammer.
Figure out if cunts fucked
Roight, first and foremost, ask the misso if her emotional outburst was due to being on her rags. If she wants to have a tampon latte bitch, you can always give her your appreno’s phone number ha ha.
Basically, if she admits to her feminine failings you’re swoit, just push that shit right down into the hurt locker, no need to rummage around; but if she goes troppo, you have to pull out the sandpaper of love and smooth things over.
You can’t talk about man-feelings if you’re stuffing your face with the best Hogs Breath has to offer. Take your queen for a feed and make sure you don’t scrimp – let her order at LEAST a $30 main, trust me, a little sacrifoiice goes a long way.
Next, get pissed – alcohol is the best primer to put on before painting over your issues with a thick layer of “she’ll be roight”. Don’t get shit-hammered though, or those pesky emotions will leak out ha ha.
Hit every angle with your 9-inch grinder ha ha. It’s the most important tool in your kit. I remember we were on strike while building the Mandurah rail, and those dogs weren’t going to budge on our requests for a 2 hours smoko, so I took the area manager into me office, made her see god 8 times, and guess what, the union got its way ha ha. Think about that every toime you catch the Mandurah line.
The job should be looking pretty good if you have followed my advice so far. Remember though, taking her on an all-inclusive trip to the root resort may not be the end of it, especially if yous got a small dick ha ha, just joshing, of course, you do.
For a professional finish, tell her that her eyes and tits are grouse and if *someone* plays their cards roight, it’ll be Sizzler next year.
Problem solvered. Now go and knock out Johnno for troooinya cut ya grass, the dog arse prick.
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