Lamination poisoning (it’s a poison)
A toxic wasteland (got a toxic wasteland) in your staff bog
Overloaded (I’m overloaded), suffering (yeah!)
Overloaded (overloaded) on microwave privileges
Everything is black and white
You are wrong and we are right
First we’ll spank your big behinds
Then we’ll twist your little minds
I’m dr. righteous (I’m dr. righteous), and I’m here to sing (yeah!)
That lamination is poisoning
It’s a dirty dish wasteland, that destroys the young (yeah!)
They’re overloaded (overloaded) on coffee grounds, toilet brushes, sex and drugs
And rock and roll! STYX
Orbea presents a few, just a few mind, of the incredibly moronic signs that cover virtually every surface of the interior of City West Lotteries House. What sort of mentality drives someone to make up and laminate a sign on how to use the soap dispenser in the bog? Do they not see that it is their signs that are worse than any actual problem? I assume every single employee delights in fucking up the soap dispenser, pissing all over the toilet brush, switching off the urn, pouring coffee grounds down the sink…
Roughage my arse. Get fucked. Your font fever and underlining indicates you may be an idiot.
I’m turning it off now dickhead. I have also crapped in this urn.
I directed a stream of urine onto this brush. I’m refilling bladder to slash upon your laminator.
Get fucked.

Fuck off.