ButrosButros_Grantos
Bluelighter
To the guy that cut me off at the entrance to work yesterday:
Hey fuckhead! See those BIG arrows about 20 metres down the road? That's the entry. Now see that oversized "NO ENTRY" sign, guess what it means. Yeah that's right, you cannot go in that fucking way! Okay, now if you do decide to go in the wrong way in future please do not change lanes and slam on your brakes in front of me or I shall be forced to take note of your number plate, walk into work, grab a wrench, find your car and proceed to smash it to little little little pieces...
To the M-Train ticket inspectors:
No I don't have a ticket, and no I don't care. I don't ever intend on paying those fines so you can cram them up your arse. Whenever I see you on the train all I can think is that another flunkee has failed their police exam. You know what issue me with more fines if you want it doesn't change the fact that I'm not on the train to work... you are...
To the customer who came in a 5 to 5:
D.I.Y? That's right, do it yourself. Look at these words and think about them for a moment. I don't get paid enough to stand there while you hum and har and then want me to draw up a design for your kids crappy cubby. When I haven't slept I certainly cannot be bothered going through step by step of how you'd go about building it. Try aisle 5 for nails fuckhead, same place where I sent you for screws, try opening your eyes.
I'm tired
Hey fuckhead! See those BIG arrows about 20 metres down the road? That's the entry. Now see that oversized "NO ENTRY" sign, guess what it means. Yeah that's right, you cannot go in that fucking way! Okay, now if you do decide to go in the wrong way in future please do not change lanes and slam on your brakes in front of me or I shall be forced to take note of your number plate, walk into work, grab a wrench, find your car and proceed to smash it to little little little pieces...
To the M-Train ticket inspectors:
No I don't have a ticket, and no I don't care. I don't ever intend on paying those fines so you can cram them up your arse. Whenever I see you on the train all I can think is that another flunkee has failed their police exam. You know what issue me with more fines if you want it doesn't change the fact that I'm not on the train to work... you are...
To the customer who came in a 5 to 5:
D.I.Y? That's right, do it yourself. Look at these words and think about them for a moment. I don't get paid enough to stand there while you hum and har and then want me to draw up a design for your kids crappy cubby. When I haven't slept I certainly cannot be bothered going through step by step of how you'd go about building it. Try aisle 5 for nails fuckhead, same place where I sent you for screws, try opening your eyes.
I'm tired
