I know I've said this before, but I have to just let it out one more time:
WHAT A BUNCH OF FRACKING CRYBABIES! HOLY SNAP! GROW UP, GET A GRIP ON YOURSELF AND STOP ALL THE FRACKING CRYING! QUIT ACTING THE FOOL, GET OUT OF PRISON AND QUIT BEING SUCH A DAMN PU**Y!!!
There, I feel better. I didn't really want to shout that out in the wings so I thought I would say it here. If I said it at work some numbnuts inmate would file paperwork on me because I shouted at him and called him a pu**y.
I hope I didn't offend anyone's sensitive nature.
It just kills me. These guys are supposed to be criminals. The Billy Bad A**es that were so horrible that they can no longer be allowed to walk the streets. Yet one of them today threw a temper tantrum because someone else got 1/8 of an inch more juice in their glass than he did at dinner.
Yesterday it was because they didn't put enough dressing on his salad.
Give me a break.
And he said "Don't make me get a punk a** write up over some salad dressing."
What? Are you threatening to make me do paperwork? Hmm... let's see... I can spend the next two hours running up and down the stairs doing my job and feeding the house or I can go sit down for fifteen minutes and give you that punk a** write up because you wanted to act like a spoiled child over some salad dressing.
No fracking contest, dude! I can do that! In the meantime GROW THE FRACK UP!
That jagoff kind of irritated me, can you tell?
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