Do me a favor -- don't fuckin try to pre-empt my order by suggesting things to me. If I want a godamn medium coffee, I will fucking order it. Also, don't interupt my order to suggest things you, in your infinite pea-brainedness, think I should have. Your job is to shut your godamn mouth, type in what I want on your little fucking machine and GET ME MY GODAMN BAGEL!
Here's a typical morning trying to deal with these fucks at Dunkin Donuts:
I step up to the counter - "Hi sir, medium coffee?"
"No thanks, I'd like a blueberry bagel with c--"
"No. Cream cheese."
"Vegetable cream cheese?"
"What?! No. Plain cream cheese."
She's start inputting it into the computer - "Blueberry bagel; plain cream cheese. Would you like a donut?"
And this right here is around the time I break out in sweat, my face gets red and start to shake slightly. Everything in me wants to grab this woman by her shirt, and start slamming her face into the counter and scream "YES I WANT A FUCKING BOX OF DONUTS TO SHOVE UP YOUR GODAMN WATER-HEADED RETARDED ASS YOU FUCKING WHORE!!"
But I can't do this. I can't talk because the quiver in my voice will give me away, so I just shake my head. Pay for my shit, walk out and pray for nuclear holocaust.
Panda Express -- you better stop this shit too, or you're fuckin next.
I normally don't remember my dreams. I know that I dream in color. Sometimes monochromatic. I know that usually my dreams are very vivid. I know that I never know that I'm dreaming. And I know that no matter what I'm dreaming about, there's always a subtle sense of dread all the time. Other than that, it's rare that I can remember what I dream about. Usually I fall asleep and next thing I know it's morning.
That being said, I had a real fucked up dream last night, that I remember like a memory. I was a teacher of some sort in a school. The whole population of the World was mostly retarded, with a few non retarded people. Kind've backwards as it is now. (arguably). So, in this school there were like four or five non-retarded people, and the rest were retarded. The retards were constantly teasing, beating and picking on the normal kids. I finally got fed up with it, locked the normals in a bathroom stall and proceeded to beat the living shit out of every kid in the school. I'd walk into a classroom, lock the door behind me and just destroy everyone in the classroom. Then I'd walk out and walk to another room and do the same. The hallways became bedlam with retards running every which way trying to get away, and I'd pounce on anyone I saw.
Straight from cnn.com " Another boy dies copying Saddam Hussein's hanging"
I can't be the only one who finds this utterly hilarious. Perhaps the boy should've watched the whole video, cuz you know, he does die at the end.
Anyway, I read that and it made me laugh and made my day.
While verifying the information on an order...
Me: "Ok, one last thing, we're missing the zip code on your order."
Her: "Zip code? Oh, it's ... " and she goes on to give me her area code.
"Ma'am, that's your area code, I need your zip code."
"Oh, haha, I'm sorry."
"No problems, happens sometimes."
"Zip code ... um.. zero .... seven ... no, six seven ... um ... can I call you right back?"
"Yeah, sure ... "
"I have to get my zip code."
"Ok, sure. Just give us a call back."
Dumb broad don't know her zip code.
Big doins in the news today.
A) "A giant ice shelf the size of 11,000 football fields has snapped free from Canada's Arctic, scientists said." The implications of this are pretty self evident. What suprises me is how little attention is actually paid to global warming.
B) "FDA: Cloned food safe; doesn't need special labeling ... "FDA: Cloned animals "virtually indistinguishable" from normal livestock" Heh, while I'm not all that knowledgable on cloning and whether or not it's safe, I'd have to go with my gut on this one and say "No." First of all, trusting that this is safe is trusting the FDA, which is really like trusting your peado uncle to watch your kids. You might be safe; but it's probably better not to take that risk. And can anyone spot the real funny thing about this? The FDA says it is, and I quote, "virtually indistinguishable." That word "virtually" gets me. Dumbshits.
C) Hussein will be dead in a few hours. Good deal.
D) I had the absolute worst Philly cheese steak for lunch. Apparently "Cheese, tomatoe, onion and mayo" translates to "tomatoe and onion" in retardese. No cheese. No mayo. They didn't even grill the bun for fuck's sakes. Those dicks.
While talking about the cult we're going to start, I came up with the greatest idea ever.
We'll heavily recruit minorities of all stripes and form a "gang", if you will, and we will call ourselves the Ku Klux Klan and commit hate crimes against white people. And when the real Klan gets word, they'll want to fight us, so we'll have a big street fight against them, but since the Klan only has like 15 mimbers now because it's such a joke, we'll whup their asses, take their name be the victors.
Who in the fuck is so godamn nonchalant that they'll place an online order for $800 and not even have the sense to put your state and zip code? Seriously. You can review your order TWICE before it's submitted on my site, and yet every day some fuckin dipshit DER DER DER doesn't put it in there.
I wish I could shit in their boxes before they're shipped out. Really.
Take a runny liquidy shit right into their precious fuckin amplifier.
Dumbfucks should be sterilized.