Loud mouthed bastard decided to spout off at the big cheese today. Not the wisest thing to do…in fact, it got a knot yanked in his ass. He couldn’t blame it on Tourette’s, he has this problem of saying whatever is on his mind any time he opens his mouth. Think Sophia from the Golden Girls, but without the cuteness, the innocence, or the stroke. The coarse, vile venom that spews forth from his disgusting pie hole will one day cost him his job.
Then he can ask you if you’d like some freakin’ fries with your wormburger.
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