And God said unto the Israelites . . . don't make me shove mah foot up you' ass . . .
So, I'm sitting on the toilet, reading the New York Times, minding my own business when suddenly . . . WAAAA! WAAAA! WAAAA! WAAAA! - they decided to have a fucking fire drill, at this hour. Basically, I couldn't finish up so I had to just do my best to wipe up and get out. Then we all get to the bottom of the stairs, and the fucking exit door is locked. Well, that certainly makes sense. Because in the event of a fire, doors should be locked . . . dumbasses! So then we had to go up a flight (mind you I'm on the 8th floor, so realizing the door at the bottom of the stairwell is locked kinda makes the journey useless since I'd be dead if the fire were real) and walk to the other side of the building to get out. Oh . . . my . . . fucking . . . God.
New hate list - socialists moved to #2, firedrills move up to #1 . . .
New hate list - socialists moved to #2, firedrills move up to #1 . . .