Man, when I first got there, I thought for sure that it was a put-on. You know, the kid thinks I'm just a stoner metalhead, and so he's trying to play the part in order to get along in the workplace. But as the night went on, he just got dumber. It was aweful.
I know you're a big boy, and don't need a partner in crime, but I'll make you a deal. If he hates the autistic race and loves his oil splashes so much, lets play a game of 'hot potato' with our beloved friend. Only we use napalm, and he loses:) Maybe then we can join in on his jokes. Boy o boy, the fun we could have!
I'm down. I would actually like to boil some oil, and pour it over his head so we can watch his skin peel off. I'd also like to get a hot butter knife and *POP* his eyes.
Nah, he's worthless. Most of the time, he just walked around eating pieces of pepperoni. Now, I ate my fair share of the vegetables while I was at the make table, but I also did some work. He didn't. That bastard.
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I need to meet this dude. Sounds like a genius.
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If he hates the autistic race and loves his oil splashes so much, lets play a game of 'hot potato' with our beloved friend. Only we use napalm, and he loses:) Maybe then we can join in on his jokes. Boy o boy, the fun we could have!
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:)
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hehehe
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Jason, I DARE YOU. Seriously.
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