Some people, they just don't know how or when to shut up. They just keep on talking and talking and talking even if they know that they are no longer making any sense. It's almost as if they feel a compulsion to talk even they have nothing to say.
And sometimes you feel the urge to just stand up and say, "Shut the fuck up, retard!"
But propriety states that you just shut your own trap and take it all in.
Me, I try to drown the noise with music. But even then, their voices sometimes still prevail.
Honestly, I don't mind the fact that they're pranksters and loud noise-makers. It's fun, every once in a while. Get my drift? Once you don't stop with the senseless bantering and the repetitive jokes, it just gets annoying.
It would be nice to actually enjoy work in comfortable silence. But I guess that concept is alien to some people. Poor them. Tsk!
Oh! Before I forget. Happy birthday, Martin. I'm sorry I don't have money for a gift. But you have my love. Mine and Obi's. We wish you all the best, man. AND FOR CHRISSAKE, DON'T OVERWORK YOURSELF!! :D
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