I'd like to send a heaping, massive FUCK YOU to my fat, smelly, overbearing, good-for-nothing, f'ugly, cuntrag of a boss. Worse than her horrid wafting, reeking scent is her big fucking mouth that never shuts up unless she's shoving 6 Big Macs down her fucking throat. She spends her day infecting the clean air and interjecting herself into private conversations from over the cube wall. She makes a hot breeze from Staten Island seem like the scent of roses and dandelions. I can only wish a ham sandwich could get wedged in her fucking throat. Or, perhaps a fall off the subway train can rid the world of this vile, heinous beast. Fuck you, you miserable, stinking cunt... you want us all to stop whining, then fucking pay us what we deserve and stop making us do everyone else's garbage.
How bout some profit sharing?
Quote:Originally posted by header
How bout some profit sharing?
lol, I swear that movie is my life
"So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life."
best line of the film... well im sure there are a lot of best lines but yeah.
I too, am in cubicle hell.
6 big macs in one sitting?
Is there a support group out there for the likes of us? Otherwise I might be forced to call upon Capt Ahab to harpoon my boss.
Quote:Originally posted by Drunken GW
6 big macs in one sitting?
That and whatever else is within a certain proximity of her mouth. We try to keep away during her feeding time, would be a shame to lose fingers or hands by being to close.