D A L I F . C O M

In the immortal words of dalif.com's very own Mel Gibson... As the treasured Braveheart screaming for freedom, effectively killing King whatshisface of England, and making what must be one of the least subtle points ever, before his own imminent death, I left my job.. or should I say ex-job today for the last time as a slave. I entered the brisk and drizzly air with a clear and happy feeling about me. No more for me are the damned days of doing absolutely fuck all, while pretending to work. No more for me is all the bullshit I've had to sit through, as if I was retarded. No more lies or half truths that are designed to make things appear rosy red, while they are really closer to the color of a post-defecation incident. No effing more.