Kafka for Kafka's Sake

Have you ever wondered why the people who choose to work in the caring 'professions' are so often the ones who care the least?

I'm not great at a lot of things but if I had the keys to a brewery full of lager and I wasn't the last person on Earth I reckon I could arrange a piss up, even by myself.

korpiklaani man with a plan - YouTube



 

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