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I'm not sure
what the hell has been going on with this site. I think it has
to do with the DSL in my house, but either way, I'm sorry for
all the trouble.
I had a shitty night at work, which then became my final source
of inspiration to do my next Completed Thought. As you can see,
they are extremely rare. There were so many damn inconsiderate
assholes that expect you to slave for them without giving a
goddamn decent tip. Some mother fucker had me bum a cigarette
for him on top of getting him his drinks, and the shithead had
the NERVE to tip me 12%...as if it's in my goddamn job description
to do him favors outside of my responsibilities. Piece of shit.
That's okay, because the money he owed me was paid in full by
the satisfaction I received when he asked if I wanted them to
go home and I said, "Well, it would help," in the
most obnoxious tone I could wedge between my clenched teeth.
I have so many stories about assholes, it's ridiculous. There
are a lot of them out there, and I swear to remember each of
their faces (and there are many) so that when I'm no longer
working there, I can tell them what fucking assholes they are.
Goddamn mother fuckers. There is nothing worse than putting
all your energy into doing a good job and being all positive
for some shithead to screw you over. I hope these people get
their wallets stolen so they know what it feels like to be screwed
by someone else. I'm about to go take my dented car and make
a few more by ramming them into all these people's cars so they
can pay for their own damages while I sprint home to my fish
and beef jerky. I hate people sometimes. Cheap bastards. |
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