SOURCE OF RAGE GONE. SELECT ALTERNATE TARGET.
Frank is gone. :( I'll miss coming in at noon to find the place strewn with trash, expired dough, filthy pans and caked grease. My senses will yearn for the aroma of rapidly molding yeast and spoiled pepperoni; my senses will pine for a stench that will not come. Staff will complete assigned tasks, equipment will be properly maintained, and the world will be at peace, as Pizza Hut faithfully serves all her mock-italian desires. But Frank, dear Frank! You will not be here.
And the women will weep.
And the children will stomp and flail.
And the men will stand silent with heavy hearts.
And my pasty white ass will be creamtastic.
Creamtastically creamtastic because you aren't here.
Fucking die, shitcock of my nightmares.
I wish I could stab you with my horrible free verse.
You are my emo.
So, eat my fuck.
Alas, Frank. A-fucking-las.
Welp, time to hate on Cindy.
And the women will weep.
And the children will stomp and flail.
And the men will stand silent with heavy hearts.
And my pasty white ass will be creamtastic.
Creamtastically creamtastic because you aren't here.
Fucking die, shitcock of my nightmares.
I wish I could stab you with my horrible free verse.
You are my emo.
So, eat my fuck.
Alas, Frank. A-fucking-las.
Welp, time to hate on Cindy.