you wankers.
My name is Sebastian Moran. I am a world renowned sniper and a war veteran. I kill people for a living. My boss is a sociopath, and he makes me clean up his messes.
This is an account of the shit I have to deal with on a daily basis.
This is an account of the shit I have to deal with on a daily basis.
December 25, 2012
December 2, 2012
Feel free…
To dress up as Loki and attend John Watson’s Christmas party, Boss.
Just know that I’m not bailing your sorry ass out of trouble.
December 1, 2012
The holidays are here
I am not stuffing your stocking with explosives again. Last year you lit on it on fire five days before Christmas. It wasn’t amusing, you asshole.
October 11, 2012
Just because you’re plastered,
Doesn’t mean I need you singing ‘Gay Pirates’ at me every time you see me. We’re the only two people in this flat. And neither of us are pirates.
October 9, 2012
It doesn’t count as paid leave
if you show up half way through and ask me to kill someone for you.
August 7, 2012
If you get Call Me Maybe stuck in my head one more time,
I will make you into shoes.
July 15, 2012
Right, I get it.
You’re a particular asshole. But I am not cutting the crusts of your sandwiches and making them into little people that you can elaborately kill with the table settings. No matter how bored you are, and no matter many new rifles you offer to buy me.
July 7, 2012
Waking me up by blasting the BeeGee’s through my entire flat is no longer amusing.
Although honestly it wasn’t really that funny to begin with, you twat.
June 22, 2012
Not a barista
Just because you have tabs on the entire city does not mean you are allowed to text me your coffee order every time I pass a Starbucks.
June 21, 2012
I am changing my locks.
For the love of god, I was out of town killing people for you.
How does this give you permission to have your goons rearrange all my furniture? Tell them to put it back before I crush their kneecaps with my rifle. And make them unglue my bed from the ceiling, while you’re at it.
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