Just a little crazy, not much really
Shit crap backwards arsed fucks! !!!
!
Oh I fucking hate thursdays.
Every fucking shit wombat fucker in fucking town comes in.
I mean COME THE FUCK ON. Who the fuck just walks into a window display and starts taking clothes off of mannequins? Would you do that in a department store?
FUCKING NO! SO DON'T FUCKING DO IT IN MY STORE YOU DUMB SHIT.
I know I'm a bit insane when it comes to my window displays (they are my CHILDREN, you are destroying my CHILDREN! ARHHH!), but it does take me (normally) FOUR HOURS to get right and you dumb fucking twats just waltz in like you fucking run the store. You don't run the fucking store, I RUN THE FUCKING STORE.
There are PINS, sharp pointy stabby PINS in the clothes in the window. Don't fucking try shit on without me getting it for you, you'll get a fucking pin in your fucking skin, you fucked worm bastard. And then you'll sue us or something equally demented.
Here, hold still while I SLIDE THIS PIN INTO YOUR FUCKING EYEBALL.
getoutgetoutgetgoutgetoutgetoutGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUT
But I've now blocked the only way into the window display (unless you crawl under the skirt rack - which may I add THEY HAVE DONE BEFORE) with a bit of rope and a nice big sign that reads:
STAFF
ONLY!
Now let's wait and see if they can understand that. Doubt it. DOUBT IT VERY MUCH.
And one last thing:
CONTROL YOUR FUCKING CHILDREN!
!
Oh I fucking hate thursdays.
Every fucking shit wombat fucker in fucking town comes in.
I mean COME THE FUCK ON. Who the fuck just walks into a window display and starts taking clothes off of mannequins? Would you do that in a department store?
FUCKING NO! SO DON'T FUCKING DO IT IN MY STORE YOU DUMB SHIT.
I know I'm a bit insane when it comes to my window displays (they are my CHILDREN, you are destroying my CHILDREN! ARHHH!), but it does take me (normally) FOUR HOURS to get right and you dumb fucking twats just waltz in like you fucking run the store. You don't run the fucking store, I RUN THE FUCKING STORE.
There are PINS, sharp pointy stabby PINS in the clothes in the window. Don't fucking try shit on without me getting it for you, you'll get a fucking pin in your fucking skin, you fucked worm bastard. And then you'll sue us or something equally demented.
Here, hold still while I SLIDE THIS PIN INTO YOUR FUCKING EYEBALL.
getoutgetoutgetgoutgetoutgetoutGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUT
But I've now blocked the only way into the window display (unless you crawl under the skirt rack - which may I add THEY HAVE DONE BEFORE) with a bit of rope and a nice big sign that reads:
STAFF
ONLY!
Now let's wait and see if they can understand that. Doubt it. DOUBT IT VERY MUCH.
And one last thing:
CONTROL YOUR FUCKING CHILDREN!