Man these Cookies Are Fucking Awesome.
I am eating These Christmas cookies and they are awesome.
Okay Now For The Poem
To The New Girl "Worker", which means tables are too heavy, Trash is to gross, Sweeping Involves Hardly Cleaning And Dirt Up, and so on. The Bitch Is Unreal. She Does Not Belong In The Real World. So Here Is The Poem, not in my normal style, That describes my feeling for her.
Die Die You Whiny Bitch,
I hope You Are Found Dead In The Ditch,
You Get Paid The Same As Me,
I Stack Chairs and You Make Copies,
Still You Complain Of A Hard Week,
Whats Hard Is My Foot Through Deine Gefickte Fresser,
When We Are In The Car Together I Do Not Say A Word,
But Yet You Insist On Talking To Me Asking Questions and shit,
You Only Know Praise And Worship Bands,
You Are Obsolete,
The Mob Should Bind Your Hands,
And Cement Your Feet,
So That The Next Time You Sing," There's A Song In My Heart And I Just Wanna Let It Out"
That They With Throw You In The River At Low Tide So You Drown Slowly And Have Time To Pray,
This May Come Off Sounding Alittle Harsh,
So Forget The Rest, This Is Really How I Feel,
Your Jokes, They Are Not Funny,
You Can Not Keep Your Money,
I Hate Your Hair,
I Hate Your Place,
I Want A Bear,
To Maul Your Face,
Who Wears Corteroy,
Almost Everday?
You Do Bitch,
And Thats Why I Say,
I Hate Your Jacket,
I Hate Your keys,
I Hope You Get Attacked,
By A Million Killer Bees,
Going To A meeting,
Counts As Work For You,
When I Know There Is No Work,
That You Actually Do,
You Are Not My Equal,
You Are Not My Friend,
Do Something Else Really Fucking Stupid ,
And That Will Be You End.
Seriously Ya'll. My Other Co-worker Is Allowed To Take A week Long Vacation. I Don't Mind Except For The Fact That I Am Stuck With What Appears To Be The Unhiegenic Annoying Ass Shaggy From Scooby Doo Look Alike.
Okay Now For The Poem
To The New Girl "Worker", which means tables are too heavy, Trash is to gross, Sweeping Involves Hardly Cleaning And Dirt Up, and so on. The Bitch Is Unreal. She Does Not Belong In The Real World. So Here Is The Poem, not in my normal style, That describes my feeling for her.
Die Die You Whiny Bitch,
I hope You Are Found Dead In The Ditch,
You Get Paid The Same As Me,
I Stack Chairs and You Make Copies,
Still You Complain Of A Hard Week,
Whats Hard Is My Foot Through Deine Gefickte Fresser,
When We Are In The Car Together I Do Not Say A Word,
But Yet You Insist On Talking To Me Asking Questions and shit,
You Only Know Praise And Worship Bands,
You Are Obsolete,
The Mob Should Bind Your Hands,
And Cement Your Feet,
So That The Next Time You Sing," There's A Song In My Heart And I Just Wanna Let It Out"
That They With Throw You In The River At Low Tide So You Drown Slowly And Have Time To Pray,
This May Come Off Sounding Alittle Harsh,
So Forget The Rest, This Is Really How I Feel,
Your Jokes, They Are Not Funny,
You Can Not Keep Your Money,
I Hate Your Hair,
I Hate Your Place,
I Want A Bear,
To Maul Your Face,
Who Wears Corteroy,
Almost Everday?
You Do Bitch,
And Thats Why I Say,
I Hate Your Jacket,
I Hate Your keys,
I Hope You Get Attacked,
By A Million Killer Bees,
Going To A meeting,
Counts As Work For You,
When I Know There Is No Work,
That You Actually Do,
You Are Not My Equal,
You Are Not My Friend,
Do Something Else Really Fucking Stupid ,
And That Will Be You End.
Seriously Ya'll. My Other Co-worker Is Allowed To Take A week Long Vacation. I Don't Mind Except For The Fact That I Am Stuck With What Appears To Be The Unhiegenic Annoying Ass Shaggy From Scooby Doo Look Alike.