I'm sitting here writing this in an absolute state of self pity. There are many things that I whole heartedly hate with a blaring passion. A passion that burned so bright it could not be extinguished by any bucket of water from the woe is me lake. Things like the patriots losing, my girlfriend when shes getting all emotional extremist on my ass with the whole, "you don't love me for me" thang, and the miami dolphins trying out there little experiment on the patriots. But I digress. My new job makes these minor complaints look like the double parked car at the base of the twin towers on 9/11.



My new job would be so ideal if not for one thing. My co - workers. Yes coworkers, every john doe's worst enemy.



The first character on this list of morons is a beautiful woman we can call sally. She is about a 15/10 on the hotness meter. She is apparently some hand model for some big new york agency that i generally don't give two fucks about. I could possibly stand her if she would just keep quiet, but apparently her brain ( or lack of ) cannot shut itself from blurting out every little detail that she notices whether it has to do with the topic at hand, or not.




The next woman on this list is some one we can call suzy. Suzy is the most brilliant woman I have ever met. She makes albert einstien look like one of those retarded kids that just cant seem to get the square shaped black into the circle shaped hole, even though he is 26. She makes me jealous at how fast her brain can compute small facts and put them together with the big picture. The only issue is that she is gods gift to the blind, because her sheer ugliness makes the people who can see vomit out of every orifice known on the human body.




The final character on this list of dunder-headed list of freaks of nature is a man we can call scott. Scott is The biggest pothead that I have ever met. I mean i smoke a little, but this faggot takes it to a whole new level, he is stoned 24/7 and if he isnt stoned, he's always looking for something to eat. I mean Have some self control man... Thats not even the worst part. For whatever godforsaken reason, he always brings his over sized bloodhound into work. He must get that dog high too, because it cannot stop eating whenever it has food in front of it.




The worst part is, I have to drive these idiots around all day in this gay, rainbow painted van and solve mysteries and shit.

EDIT: Lawl Scooby Doo

Sorry TOA, I just don't like you, but I take my insults back.

Post has been edited 1 time(s), last time on Aug 12 2009, 9:09 pm by Norm.

Like, watch out scoob! He's onto us!

Ruh roh!

Now I can't decide who's dumber, you for not realising ToA is Fred or ToA always posting crap topics like this...

lma-fucking-o

I didn't get it till the rainbow van part.

Post has been edited 1 time(s), last time on Aug 12 2009, 9:45 pm by Dapperdan. Reason: Flame

I neglected to realize that ToA thought he was fred because Fred is a very attractive individual, whereas ToA is not. However, I then went with the possibility that ToA thinks he is attractive like Fred, so then it all made sense. I can't help but wonder where the dog went though???

See guys, this is why we DO NOT reply to any of ToA's topics, can we stop now and let this die?

It was implied ><