Thursday, June 5, 2014

More Musings From the Workplace Shithouse

Picture this: Today. "9:35." I'm in left-most stall of six in a vacant restroom. About to settle in for some serious Rodin action, someone else enters the room and occupies the stall next to mine, which, is an act of aggression the likes of which I cannot abide. Set tazers to STUN. SSGT VINDALOO BBQ REPORTING FOR DOODY!

THIS AGGRESSION WILL NOT STAND, MAN!

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What sayeth thou? (Mean people suck, don't fuck it up.)

"I hate people."
"People" stop being "people" when they become friends.
Friends stop being friends when they become assholes.
So to refine my hatred, I hate people and I hate assholes.