This job is menial! I'm through stuffing motherfuckin' envelopes.
Last night my fat-ass girlfriend locked me out of the bedroom and I had to sleep on the busted up couch that bitch got at a thrift store.
I woke up to find dog piss on my socks.
I did, however, receive a message from a recruiter on my voicemail.
My paxil never arrived in the fuckin' mail. EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING IMPORTANT I EVER WANT GETS LOST IN THE THANKS TO THE CHICAGO POSTAL SERVICE.
Last week my wallet was stolen.
My fat ass-girlfriend keeps stealing my money; I had to go out and buy a miniature safe yesterday. I'm now $20 more in debt. Thanks, bitch.
I've had gas all day because my diet consists of cheap raisin bread and butter.
I have 0 financial resources to better my situation.
It could be worse, but fuck, stop with the envelope stuffing.
― who cares, yo, Tuesday, 21 February 2006 20:44 (twenty years ago)
The Chicago postal service is really shitty. I can vouch for that.
― Paunchy Stratego (kenan), Tuesday, 21 February 2006 21:08 (twenty years ago)