It's not much, but I'd like the Tennessee Legislature to fuck off...not for rejecting a measure to Officially Honor Michael Jackson, but for taking even three seconds to hold a vote on it.
Look, I'm all about the nonsense, but that's in my free time. Nobody's tax dollars are paying for my efforts to get my sister to name her kid after a pro wrestler.
We have 11 percent unemployment in the state, and I'm paying a dime on the dollar in sales tax damn near everywhere I go. Go waste your time on somebody else's dime....
Obviously some kinf of compromise must be worked out. See if, perhaps, she'll accept these terms: She gets to name the kid whatever, but you get to pick the preceeding adjective. Just sneak in when they're filling out the birth certificate paperwork and add "The Great" or "Killer" on it.
My husband's job can FUCK the FUCKETY FUCKING FUCK right the FUCK off. A FUCKING $22 FUCKING grand (salary) per FUCKING year for a FUCKING expected 45+ FUCKING hours per FUCKING week (with a FUCKING $5/hour FUCKING overtime, with the FUCKING ASS-BITING FUCKING excuse that the FUCKING FUCKETY FUCKS don't have to FUCKING pay FUCKING overtime on that FUCKING MISERABLE FUCKING salary) can fuck right the fucking fuckety fuck off. By the time he gets home in the evening, gets changed, and gets dinner eaten, he's got about half an hour to play with the boy before the boy wants to go to bed.
The job can also fuck off for not either letting him FUCKING hire FUCKING help without his FUCKING ASS-BITING KNOB-GOBBLING FUCKTARD district manager having to do the paperwork a FUCKING WEEK later, or FUCKING working harder to find him GOOD FUCKING HELP. His little blond robot fuckbait quit last October, and the only FUCKING hire that's FUCKING worked out because of the FUCKING RETARDED FUCKING policy of not letting managers hire their own FUCKING workers is a FUCKING BRAIN-FUCKING-ADDLED FUCKING dee-dee-dee that CAN'T FUCKING LEARN HOW TO FUCKING DO THE FUCKING RESPONSIBILITIES THAT COME WITH THE FUCKING JOB. He hired the stupid twatwaffle fuckbait more than a fucking month ago, and still has to fucking walk her through all of her fucking responsibilities every fucking day. Including the TWO FUCKING MEASLY FUCKING days off he's had since she was hired.
That's another fucking thing about this soul-raping job he's got. He hadn't had a fucking day off that he hasn't had to FUCKING arrange a FUCKING FUCKETY FUCKING month ahead of time to FUCKING borrow help from another store, and only when there's something he has to be there fore (like me getting my fucking wisdom teeth out), between October and February. HE'S BEEN WORKING FUCKING 55+ HOUR FUCKING WEEKS BETWEEN FUCKING OCTOBER AND THE BEGINNING OF THIS FUCKING MONTH. And now he has to FUCKING deal with FUCKING calls every FUCKING half hour on his one MEASLY FUCKING day per week off with his FUCKING COCK-BAIT FUCKING retard FUCKING needing LED FUCKING through the FUCKING duties he's FUCKING walked her through FUCKING daily since he hired her.
And, because the absolute top management said so, his days off have to be either Tuesdays or Wednesdays. Not Mondays, Thursdays, or Saturdays. Because that's when the computer models project the busy days. And he can't take any personal days or vacation days until after April 15th, just in case his store gets an influx of people cashing their tax return checks (which it has, and seems to be over and done with).
Oh, and one other thing: as if this isn't enough, they've drafted a new policy stating he now has to be in a half an hour earlier than he used to be, and can't leave any earlier than he had been.
May the owners and top management get ass-plowed by the First Wookie wearing her Presidential Prick as a strap-on, riding a jet-powered global-warming-stalling fucking snowmobile. May they be snowed under with legislation forcing them to pay ginormous fines for how they fuck their store managers up the ass with a eight-inch sandstone dildo.
And may my other half walk out on them just as they realize how much they need him in place.
My boy can FTFO for a not-quite-lackluster effort on the basketball court tonight. Son, I'm trapped in my work clothes and away from a cold beer for two extra hours on a Friday night to attend your game. The least you could do is pretend to give a shit about the game and lift your arms up when the ball passes RIGHT BY YOUR FACE. Sunuvabitch!!
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Degenerative disc disease can fuck off.
It's not much, but I'd like the Tennessee Legislature to fuck off...not for rejecting a measure to Officially Honor Michael Jackson, but for taking even three seconds to hold a vote on it.
Look, I'm all about the nonsense, but that's in my free time. Nobody's tax dollars are paying for my efforts to get my sister to name her kid after a pro wrestler.
We have 11 percent unemployment in the state, and I'm paying a dime on the dollar in sales tax damn near everywhere I go. Go waste your time on somebody else's dime....
Tommy, I would officially like to enter the melee to assist you in getting your sister to namer her kid after a pro wrestler.
I am also in Tennessee so I'll consider it a local effort.
w/v irima: You bought an autoharp to iritate your ma.
Cullen, she's shot down everybody from Nick Bockwinkel to Jimmy Snuka to Stone Cold. She's rather adamant. I need all the help I can get.
What about something more contemprorary like "The Undertaker" or "Triple H?"
She shot Undertaker down as well. I think you name the kid The Undertaker, and they name him valedictorian simply as a precaution.
You know, it's also actually been a pretty good week for me, too.
Not having anything to say F off too: F yeah!
Obviously some kinf of compromise must be worked out. See if, perhaps, she'll accept these terms: She gets to name the kid whatever, but you get to pick the preceeding adjective. Just sneak in when they're filling out the birth certificate paperwork and add "The Great" or "Killer" on it.
My husband's job can FUCK the FUCKETY FUCKING FUCK right the FUCK off. A FUCKING $22 FUCKING grand (salary) per FUCKING year for a FUCKING expected 45+ FUCKING hours per FUCKING week (with a FUCKING $5/hour FUCKING overtime, with the FUCKING ASS-BITING FUCKING excuse that the FUCKING FUCKETY FUCKS don't have to FUCKING pay FUCKING overtime on that FUCKING MISERABLE FUCKING salary) can fuck right the fucking fuckety fuck off. By the time he gets home in the evening, gets changed, and gets dinner eaten, he's got about half an hour to play with the boy before the boy wants to go to bed.
The job can also fuck off for not either letting him FUCKING hire FUCKING help without his FUCKING ASS-BITING KNOB-GOBBLING FUCKTARD district manager having to do the paperwork a FUCKING WEEK later, or FUCKING working harder to find him GOOD FUCKING HELP. His little blond robot fuckbait quit last October, and the only FUCKING hire that's FUCKING worked out because of the FUCKING RETARDED FUCKING policy of not letting managers hire their own FUCKING workers is a FUCKING BRAIN-FUCKING-ADDLED FUCKING dee-dee-dee that CAN'T FUCKING LEARN HOW TO FUCKING DO THE FUCKING RESPONSIBILITIES THAT COME WITH THE FUCKING JOB. He hired the stupid twatwaffle fuckbait more than a fucking month ago, and still has to fucking walk her through all of her fucking responsibilities every fucking day. Including the TWO FUCKING MEASLY FUCKING days off he's had since she was hired.
That's another fucking thing about this soul-raping job he's got. He hadn't had a fucking day off that he hasn't had to FUCKING arrange a FUCKING FUCKETY FUCKING month ahead of time to FUCKING borrow help from another store, and only when there's something he has to be there fore (like me getting my fucking wisdom teeth out), between October and February. HE'S BEEN WORKING FUCKING 55+ HOUR FUCKING WEEKS BETWEEN FUCKING OCTOBER AND THE BEGINNING OF THIS FUCKING MONTH. And now he has to FUCKING deal with FUCKING calls every FUCKING half hour on his one MEASLY FUCKING day per week off with his FUCKING COCK-BAIT FUCKING retard FUCKING needing LED FUCKING through the FUCKING duties he's FUCKING walked her through FUCKING daily since he hired her.
And, because the absolute top management said so, his days off have to be either Tuesdays or Wednesdays. Not Mondays, Thursdays, or Saturdays. Because that's when the computer models project the busy days. And he can't take any personal days or vacation days until after April 15th, just in case his store gets an influx of people cashing their tax return checks (which it has, and seems to be over and done with).
Oh, and one other thing: as if this isn't enough, they've drafted a new policy stating he now has to be in a half an hour earlier than he used to be, and can't leave any earlier than he had been.
May the owners and top management get ass-plowed by the First Wookie wearing her Presidential Prick as a strap-on, riding a jet-powered global-warming-stalling fucking snowmobile. May they be snowed under with legislation forcing them to pay ginormous fines for how they fuck their store managers up the ass with a eight-inch sandstone dildo.
And may my other half walk out on them just as they realize how much they need him in place.
I was going to bitch about asshole CEOs and stupid fucking letters.
But HH just reset my priorities. What she said.
Jeebus. It sounds like HH is married to me.
HH channeling Val today.
And fuck off to me for not dropping by for a couple of months.
Whew! HH, after reading that I feel like I need a cigarette. And I don't even smoke.
You're my FTFO heroine!
A possibility of snow on Sunday can fuck right off, too. I want to indulge in some lead-based therapy--got a new toy to sight in.
Grr. Global cooling can fuck off.
I got nothin' either, pretty good week. But I think Cullen, Tommy, and especially HH more than made up for the rest of us.
My boy can FTFO for a not-quite-lackluster effort on the basketball court tonight. Son, I'm trapped in my work clothes and away from a cold beer for two extra hours on a Friday night to attend your game. The least you could do is pretend to give a shit about the game and lift your arms up when the ball passes RIGHT BY YOUR FACE. Sunuvabitch!!
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