Some young buck at work tried giving me direct orders today. When he returned from lunch, he found out I didn't do as I was told, so this goober twat decides to snitch on me. (What a fuckin' bitch!) Consequently, I was written up and warned that if I was disobedient again, they'd either fire me or start cracking them slave whips on my dirty ass. What I'm wondering is how the hell am I getting written up. It's like I'm in high school all over again, only in high school, I never really got written up, so I guess maybe it's not like high school all over again at all. Either way, this mother hugger kept giving me hard looks all day, threatening to kick my ass through his whispers just low enough as to prevent me from hearing, though I'm not too sure what the whole point of making threats are if they can't be heard. I'm sure he's just dealing with issues of an abusive father and a neglected childhood filled with drug-related behavior and rebelliousness of being a spoiled, rich kid, so I'll give him leeway for his inappropriate behavior, but if it happens again, I might not be so lenient.
On the brighter side, I finally picked out that hard piece of snot that's been tickling the top of my nose for the past three days, and damn it feels good. It's like my head is ten pounds lighter. The only sad part is that I am no longer laughing with every inhalation of breath when the booger bomb would tickle my nasal cavity. For this relief, I would like to thank the pinky nail I neglected to clip away for a straight two months. If I had clipped that nail along with the rest of them last week, I may still be stuck with this boulder snot in my nose. If only my old school booger wall wasn't irreplacable, I might've kept the golden nugget for safe keeping. I'm just happy that I didn't breathe in that booger because if it found my way into my mouth, it would've been really gross.
So apparently, the Olympics started today, and I never got my phone call from the committee to inform me that I would be contending in the Power Walking event. I am officially pissed out over this. Oh, well. Anger is the least of my worries. Especially, since there are conditions far worse from my own currently occurring in this world and shit, like the fact that the homeless population is dropping, which can only mean that I could be moving down in economic status from somewhat poor to almost very poor. Then again, I'm not one to hate on the success of others, so "good stuff" to the homeless people back on their feet, unless of course the drop of population of homeless people means that they're dying, then...you know..."not good stuff" and shit. Forget it. You know what I mean.
Q: Why didn't Jamal Pirruth earn money as a comedian?
A: Because his jokes
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