i mixed ten hundred gallons of paint today for these two stupid fat ladies and their fat Kid. it is so exasperating to deal with bitter fat lady duos, they don't know what they want, they ask you ten hundred questions, they think they are rite and every answer you give them is wrong or an out-rite lie and then they ask a guy passing by the same question, he in-turn gives the same answer you previously gave and they believe him over you, they spend 45 minutes to make a 3 minute decision and they allow their fat kid to tear up displays, knock shit down, slobber, scream and demand attention whilst yer trying to concentrate on measuring dye pigment. they also lean on an end aisle to support their fat body, their breathing is labored and they ask to use your lavatory.

AaaaaaaaaaaaaaRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

fat people suck.

I was walking to the busStop from my house this morning, tired-as-ffuk (up until 5 am writing an essay) and this car full of catholic hi-skool kids drive past. One dude from the backseat calls out to me,

you look funny!

i look down at what i'm wearing - i appear to look normal, i suppose. I guess compared to how ordinary they look in their uniforms and personality-free, i mite look freakish with my short hair and fuzzy hooded vest.. I wanted to run after their car and scream obsenities after 'em, but bothered-not.

tards.

Subject: A friendly proposition... a funny email

Hello my dear friends,

Several of you have expressed an interest in dry-humping like dogs, and
I thought that I would extend "feelers" out to all of you to see if anyone
else is interested. I think that rubbing our crotches up against each others'
legs could be something very beautiful that would bring us closer together
as a group.

If any of you are interested, feel free to contact me at this address and
I will arrange the dry-humping session.......no strings attached!