Meet The Flintstones

I hate my job!

You know what’s worse than been stuck down  a friggin hole with 32 other smelly, near naked depressed Chilean miners for 4 months? Having to friggin clear the friggin tons of rocks that are gonna be falling down the rescue hole. Hell, I’d be wanting overtime. If the miners fail to remove the rocks as they fall, the hole will fill up and they’ll be lucky to see light of day before Christmas. No worries, it’s only about 4,000 tonnes of rubble.

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Filed under Sore Loser, Thanks For Nothing, Well I Never, Whoops!

2 responses to “Meet The Flintstones

  1. Susi Spice

    bhahaha its funny…but so sad…

  2. 4 months without Facebook ? 😯

    Poor buggers !!! 😉

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