You play your games... I punch you in the neck...
I am really fucking tired today. I got 2 hours of sleep. That auto-magically means that I am in a "take no prisoners" kind of mood. In fact, to quote a favorite video game character of mine... "It's time to kick ass and chew bubble gum... but I'm all outta gum..."
That said, I ate a healthy breakfast at home of Kashi crunch followed by an apple. Needless to say, I was still hungry when I got to work.
I ventured down to the lunchroom to get my morning coffee and breakfast sandwich along with a nice vanilla yogurt. The breakfast sandwiches are setup a certain way. Nasty ass Ham on the left, Bacon in the middle and Nasty Ass Sausage on the right.
Today, some stupid mother fucker decided to play a little game and put the Bacon sandwiches on the left instead of the middle, but I caught that shit. I ALMOST grabbed the wrong type of sandwich, which I'm super glad didn't happen for my sake and the sake of everyone else here. Had I actually expected Bacon in my sandwich, and been surprised by the nasty taste of either other item, I would have immediately started punching everyone around me in the neck.
It wouldn't have been my fault though you see... it's because I have an allergy to all shit that is nasty or retarded. When I taste nasty food against my will it makes me want to hurt people around me who allow or contribute to it happening.
For instance, the smart ass mother fucker that decided to play some games this morning with my fucking breakfast would have instantly felt the wrath of my fist upon his trachea, followed by anyone else that tried to throw out a "hey that's not right!!!" or even "what are you doing???"
I'll show you first hand what I'm doing fuck face, and then I'll show your fairy ass over there just how right this really is. It's called "I don't fuck around, and that's why they call me 'trick nasty' now step mother fucker... step."
THEN I WILL SHOW EVERYONE HOW FUCKING WRONG IT IS TO PLAY GAMES WITH MY FUCKING FOOD, BECAUSE PLAYING WITH MY FOOD IS LIKE FUCKING WITH MY MONEY WHICH IS PARALLEL TO MESSING WITH MY EMOTIONS AND WILL SURELY GET YOU A PUNCH IN THE NECK AND/OR A CAP IN THE ASS.
You tricks know I have a blood sugar issue... fuck..........
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That said, I ate a healthy breakfast at home of Kashi crunch followed by an apple. Needless to say, I was still hungry when I got to work.
I ventured down to the lunchroom to get my morning coffee and breakfast sandwich along with a nice vanilla yogurt. The breakfast sandwiches are setup a certain way. Nasty ass Ham on the left, Bacon in the middle and Nasty Ass Sausage on the right.
Today, some stupid mother fucker decided to play a little game and put the Bacon sandwiches on the left instead of the middle, but I caught that shit. I ALMOST grabbed the wrong type of sandwich, which I'm super glad didn't happen for my sake and the sake of everyone else here. Had I actually expected Bacon in my sandwich, and been surprised by the nasty taste of either other item, I would have immediately started punching everyone around me in the neck.
It wouldn't have been my fault though you see... it's because I have an allergy to all shit that is nasty or retarded. When I taste nasty food against my will it makes me want to hurt people around me who allow or contribute to it happening.
For instance, the smart ass mother fucker that decided to play some games this morning with my fucking breakfast would have instantly felt the wrath of my fist upon his trachea, followed by anyone else that tried to throw out a "hey that's not right!!!" or even "what are you doing???"
I'll show you first hand what I'm doing fuck face, and then I'll show your fairy ass over there just how right this really is. It's called "I don't fuck around, and that's why they call me 'trick nasty' now step mother fucker... step."
THEN I WILL SHOW EVERYONE HOW FUCKING WRONG IT IS TO PLAY GAMES WITH MY FUCKING FOOD, BECAUSE PLAYING WITH MY FOOD IS LIKE FUCKING WITH MY MONEY WHICH IS PARALLEL TO MESSING WITH MY EMOTIONS AND WILL SURELY GET YOU A PUNCH IN THE NECK AND/OR A CAP IN THE ASS.
You tricks know I have a blood sugar issue... fuck..........
-link
Labels: a day in the life of, adventures in bothell, bitch killa, business is business
posted by link at Tuesday, May 29, 2007
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