Our fucking printers are down. The mighty Casey has struck out. I get to make a phone call tomorry. It should be a doosiey.
I'm getting ready to take a crowbar to one of them, and spray athother one out with a garden hose. "Oh, does water fuck up your electronics? You should've thought about that before you decided to start putting streaks on the fucking paper, mother fucker."
You fucking printers don't get it, do you? Take a lesson from my laptop. It may be able to beat me at chess, but it's no match for me in kick-boxing, you bitches!
Please God, don't let there be any pedestrians on the road when I leave.
No comments:
Post a Comment