Group Work? Works for Paris, so why not me?

It may seem to you, reading this, that I am a non worker leeching off the masses so that I don't have to do work, simply sit around wating for sexually explicit situations to arise so that I can whip it out, get it over and done with then say something like "Rightio, now you better put yours away too if you know what I mean..." Then they look at me and "say", oh yes, and quickly put their wallet away as we pay for our subs. But I am a workaholic. I am a team player. I take risks. Last week, I told the boss they were awesome and that the boob job was really working for them. Dave seemed impressed and a little flattered. So therefore, it makes me angry when someone isn't pulling their weight. I tend to start to yell, scream and belch the alphabet. I want to take their arms rip them off, then use this jagged bits of bone to stir my tea. I hate these people and to be honest, the world would be a better place if they stayed in Tasmania. Last night, my cat ate it's own vomit.