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Jun 23, 2006 10:52

Maybe I'm arrogant, but I'd like to think cleaning bathrooms in the world's nastiest grocery store is below me. Thankfully, there are only 2 more months of Summer and that means there are only 2 more months of that shit. By 'that shit' I literally mean shit.

doo doo
poop
the fecal matter of rednecks
shitty-shitty bang-bang

If I contract hepatitis and die from 'that shit' I'm going to sue/haunt that place. Actually no, if I died, I'd rather haunt some place that doesn't reak of someone who just ate a truckload of garbage, burst, and was left to rot a hot parking lot for approximately 895803937405 years.

Oh, and have one more topic of interest. The cockroaches I smash in the back of the store are infinitely more intelligent than one of the managers.

But really, its too early to be in this shitty of a mood, so I'm going to shower and be happy.

Oh! (Yeah, I know, it is pretty stupid to use exclamatory words in a this blog.. but I really did just think 'oh! funny quote.')

Brad (at 10 pm, after just walking into parents' room)-"Would you kill me if I practiced for a little bit right now..?" [insert puppy face]
Parents (in unison)-"YES!"

In summary,

Toilets and/or Garbage
+
Practicing
=Brad's Summer!
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