Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck .
Today the Washington Redskins lost, and I had to go to work immedately afterwards, during the Broncos game. I didn't have time to properly mourn the Redskins, so I decided to do it by watching the late game on tape later. All through work I was looking forward to drinking my bottle of whisky watching the Broncos on tape. I even put up a BIG sign, clearly stating "I have not seen the game and am taping it; do not mention the Broncos game!" Most people read the sign and laughed knowingly. I made it to 9:55 P.M. without hearing a word. But the LAST customer, a 55 year old rich white bum, stumbles in and starts blabbing about the Broncos win to my co-worker, trying to impress her with his knowledge of football. My heart sank to the tile. I was ready to smash the nearest glass bottle and slit his throat. Quit hitting on girls 1/2 your age you greyhaired lush, and get your head out of your ass! I did my best to place a curse or a jinx on him, but I have no way of knowing how effective it was.