fuckin poachin,
god fuckin help us all man. just because you know me, or know of me, or know someone who knows me, doesnt mean that you can fuckin ask me if i have any god damn fuckin fish for sale. and god fuckin help you if you try and even fuckin wheel and deal with me, like i fuckin owe you or any of that bullshit. im like the fuckin soup nazi on seinfeld as far as business is concerned. i dont wheel and deal, or drop prices, or throw in a handy care package or none of that faggot bullshit. what the fuck am i, some greasy car salesman, with mother fuckin beads of grease drippin down my fuckin neck? no, that clearly isnt the fuckin case. i fish. i sell em at a standard price, period. and i aint even fuckin fishin, my dad is. im just the sidekick. i aint the fuckin boss, i dont make the rules, he does.
heres what you fuckin do, simple mother fuckin shit;
ask politely, "if you have any fish that hasnt been sold, would you concider sellin em to me?"
do not, i repeat, FUCKIN DO NOT SAY "SELL ME SOME FISH," AND/OR "GET ME A GOOD DEAL ON SOME FISH MAN, YOU FUCKIN OWE ME..."
well, if your a beautiful girl, who asks nice and gives me the puppy dog eyes, well you just went to the top of the list, :)
to me, its business, its work, its what literally puts food on the table, or in the freezer for winter. i understand that you non rez inhabitants consider it such a delicasy and all that other bullshit, to me its food. it loses its lustre after you eat it for days or weeks straight because times are tough and thats all to eat.
please bare in mind that this pertains to coconutheads at work, not to anyone else, im ready to unleash the pissed off indian fuckin fury at work, and that day will be fuckin epic when it happens. dark ominous clouds will form, thunder will crackle with heart piercing bass from horizon to horizon, all manner or animals and beasts will run in fear and seek shelter, peasants in villages will close and lock their shutters and hide, the sky will turn crimson, and my very pupils will turn into vortexes, the horrendous winds will carry my deafening voice across the lands. hehe, i cant wait.
ahem, but yeah, dont ask me for fish, ill ask you if you want any due to the fact that we MIGHT have a few left over.
heres what you fuckin do, simple mother fuckin shit;
ask politely, "if you have any fish that hasnt been sold, would you concider sellin em to me?"
do not, i repeat, FUCKIN DO NOT SAY "SELL ME SOME FISH," AND/OR "GET ME A GOOD DEAL ON SOME FISH MAN, YOU FUCKIN OWE ME..."
well, if your a beautiful girl, who asks nice and gives me the puppy dog eyes, well you just went to the top of the list, :)
to me, its business, its work, its what literally puts food on the table, or in the freezer for winter. i understand that you non rez inhabitants consider it such a delicasy and all that other bullshit, to me its food. it loses its lustre after you eat it for days or weeks straight because times are tough and thats all to eat.
please bare in mind that this pertains to coconutheads at work, not to anyone else, im ready to unleash the pissed off indian fuckin fury at work, and that day will be fuckin epic when it happens. dark ominous clouds will form, thunder will crackle with heart piercing bass from horizon to horizon, all manner or animals and beasts will run in fear and seek shelter, peasants in villages will close and lock their shutters and hide, the sky will turn crimson, and my very pupils will turn into vortexes, the horrendous winds will carry my deafening voice across the lands. hehe, i cant wait.
ahem, but yeah, dont ask me for fish, ill ask you if you want any due to the fact that we MIGHT have a few left over.