At the feedstore do I say, "Oh, now Wally, give me a bag of that Fuckin' pig feed, and a pound of that bitchly cow corn"? At the bank do I say, "Oh, Mrs. Malenger, here is one big bastard of a check, now give me some of your Christ-ing money!" THERE, LOOK THERE, NOW SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME DO! FUUUUCK!!!
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Even on my worst days I am happy to not be you!
Your blog and I have a lot in common!
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