damn you babyback ribs!
oh, its official now, i hope chilis burns in hell. smug bastards, i hate them all. i went in to get my paycheck, and my boss wont get it for me, because its not between 2 and 4, and its too busy for him to leave the floor. yup, youre right fat ass, monday lunch is a preeetty busy time. i know the four tables in the entire restaurant will really keep you hopping. GOD FORBID YOU GET OFF YOUR FAT ASS AND WALK FIVE FUCKING YARDS TO THE OFFICE! I KNOW ITS HARD PICKING UP A FUCKING PIECE OF PAPER, AND OH, YOU POOR THING, YOU HAVE TO WALK AAAALLL THE WAY BACK UP TO THE FRONT TO GIVE IT TO ME. YOU FUCKING BASTARD! I H A T E Y O U!
and on that note, i hate everyone who are bastards when THEIR fucking day isnt going just dandy, and feel like fucking over everyone else. fuck you, slow drivers during rush hour. fuck you, people who send their hamburgers back three times because it is too hot (yes, true story), and most of all FUCK YOU MAX MITCHELL! i hope you choke on a wad of bacon grease. not kidding. if he were to die tonight, i would not feel the least bit wrong for saying that. in fact, if he DOES choke, on anything, and die, im writing a song about it. thats right.
oh, fat guy choked on a donut
im glad hes out of my hair,
cause next time i go back to chilis,
his fat ass self wont be there!
you looked like a big ball of lard fat,
a real life jaba you truely were,
i hope youre lookin up at me,
and saying "gee, should have given that paycheck to her"
the end. dont laugh at my stupidity. laugh at the fat ass chilihead nazi. damn you asshole. i think i might just start a hit list. maybe. ... i guess that could be evidence...
and on that note, i hate everyone who are bastards when THEIR fucking day isnt going just dandy, and feel like fucking over everyone else. fuck you, slow drivers during rush hour. fuck you, people who send their hamburgers back three times because it is too hot (yes, true story), and most of all FUCK YOU MAX MITCHELL! i hope you choke on a wad of bacon grease. not kidding. if he were to die tonight, i would not feel the least bit wrong for saying that. in fact, if he DOES choke, on anything, and die, im writing a song about it. thats right.
oh, fat guy choked on a donut
im glad hes out of my hair,
cause next time i go back to chilis,
his fat ass self wont be there!
you looked like a big ball of lard fat,
a real life jaba you truely were,
i hope youre lookin up at me,
and saying "gee, should have given that paycheck to her"
the end. dont laugh at my stupidity. laugh at the fat ass chilihead nazi. damn you asshole. i think i might just start a hit list. maybe. ... i guess that could be evidence...