anyone getting tired of my whining about the cracker factory? i'm tired of me whining about the cracker factory but i don't have a lot of other shit to whine about so i'll drone on until jesus gives me a sign. i'm not going to hold my breath waiting for jesus to shit or get off the pot.
today i was called into the big office and the h.r. manager was there. when the h.r. manager is present, you're fucked. plain and simple, you're fucked. remember the old george carlin bit? all right billy we're gonna fuck ya, but we're gonna fuck ya slow.
on a more pleasant note, donald is growing like a weed. but as they say, one man's weed is another man's flower.
if you think that's nice, this is even nicer! my favorite turtle jockey, the magic gnome, has taken up residence in a nice little spot in our front yard and is there to greet me and the roo every morning when we go on our walk.
on a more somber note, the son of a policeman WENT ON A MURDER SPREE with a knife. the prick killed 5 people before running away and suffering a dog bite from a 4 legged cop. that's what happens in a country with gun control, you get knifed. he did the dirty deed at a party full of university students. you'd think there would be a few guys there capable of knocking the shit out him before he could take off.
anyone remember this old classic?
i love you sons of bitches.