Every office has one. That fucktard guy that thinks he's the wittiest, edgiest mother fucker that God saw fit to put on this planet. He's sooooo irreverant and could cut a diamond in half with his rapier wit. And he sees fit to come by your desk everyday to spout the same God damn half witted remarks you heard yesterday....and the day before, and the day before that. It's all you can do to keep yourself from pinning him to the ground and burying your Swingline into his skull or perforating his tongue with your staple remover of death. Not to mention the fact that he looks like that weasely little character from the second Harry Potter movie. You know, the one that ran around the whole movie in a loincloth until Harry gave him a fucking sock. That guy.
Now imagine for some reason that this guy got the impression that you actually think he's funny (it's your own God damn fault for not ignoring his Instant Messages, douchebag). Yeah, so now he feels it's a great way to pass the day by trading barbs with you while your trying to actually get some fucking work done.
Oh, and he rides a motorcyle....the quintecential indicator of douchebagness. We get it, you're way cooler than the rest of us because you would look better as a long, bloody smear on the 55. Nice chaps, by the way. Do those come in Heterosexual?
Didn't your parents love you?
Why did they continue to allow you to draw breath after realizing that you were, well, YOU.
Now imagine for some reason that this guy got the impression that you actually think he's funny (it's your own God damn fault for not ignoring his Instant Messages, douchebag). Yeah, so now he feels it's a great way to pass the day by trading barbs with you while your trying to actually get some fucking work done.
Oh, and he rides a motorcyle....the quintecential indicator of douchebagness. We get it, you're way cooler than the rest of us because you would look better as a long, bloody smear on the 55. Nice chaps, by the way. Do those come in Heterosexual?
Didn't your parents love you?
Why did they continue to allow you to draw breath after realizing that you were, well, YOU.
8 comments:
Hey Unemployeed hispanic at the disco, payback's a bitch isn't it?
If that's the best a pedophile like you can do, keep it up.
Stop being Hispanic at the disco, you are unemployed, screwed person.
Maybe you should stop wasting time selling weight loss plans and focus on some lessons in grammar, perhaps? Just a thought.
Whatever I sell its not your concern, you jobless countryside coward, stop feeling that you are a big writer or blogger.
Oh come now, don't be shy "Mark". What your selling is obviously everyones business since you're trying to push your fitness crap online. And "countryside"? Maybe you should have someone proofread your comments before submitting them. Feel free to send another comment once you've completed your Remedial English class, ok? I'll be happy to correct your grammar...again. Thanks, sport.
stop blogging jobless and do some work. or sell some fitness material
Stop hiding behind an anonymous name and quit molesting kids.
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