And then there was Sunday...

[bnvicious]

To all the derelicts, assholes, and motherfuckers I waited on tonight, I say: Fuck you. To the people that were nice to me and left me $1.28 on a $32 check, I say: Fuck you. To the backwood, redneck, fat sons of bitches that all of us hate waiting on and I got stuck with tonight who left me $6 on a $93 check, I say: Fuck you. To the people that complained that they saw a roach that was the size of a dime at most, and then were too traumatized to eat, I say: Fuck you. To my fellow employees that were lazy, worthless, pieces of shit tonight, I say: Fuck you. To the 5 fat old men that think it's hilarious to ask me where I've been when it's quite obvious that I got two other tables at the exact moment you sat down, I say: Fuck you. To the bus boy that cleaned all of my tables but one for no real reason at all, I say: Fuck you. To those same backwood, redneck, fat sons of bitches who let their screaming spoiled brat of a child make a disgusting mess of ribs, chicken tenders, french fries and rolls under the table, once again I say: Fuck you. To the black bitches that moved from the dining room to the bar just as I got 4 other tables and had the balls to complain about not getting rolls as soon as their asses hit the seats, I say: Fuck you. To the kids that stole a pen just because Brett Farve used it and then went into the men's bathroom and flushed a roll of towels down the toilet and stuck wet paper all over the mirrors, I say: Fuck you. To the parents of those little snot-nosed fuckers, I say: Fuck you, too.

I could go on, but I won't. I say "Fuck you" to all of these people because not only did I still make an assload of money, but I have the next 8 days off. So, Fuck you all.

Can I get an "Amen!"?