I'm perpetually tortured by a repulsive, noisy, fat, smelly cunt sittin across from me. For example, she squeezes her stupid ass out the front door to stuff herself with six pizzas for lunch. And what should invade her empty head and get caught in the cobwebs while listening to the radio?
Yep. National Public Radio.
Fuck.
So, I get treated to a disorganised rehash of that hippy shit, complete with a slurry of "uh" and "oh, wait" and "I forgot what."
By the time the brainless whore is finished babbling, my ears are practically bleeding from the noise and my headache cannot be measured by any pain index known to medicine.
But what I do know is, G.W. has struck again! Oh yes, global warming! And in its devious human shape, George W. Bush.
Now it seems, George W. has declared war on polar bears, and broken off a giant ice shelf, throwing enough fresh water into the oceans to cause a shift in the gulf stream, which should throw the world into an ice age in three days.
Huh. Sounds familiar.
That big-mouthed bitch expressly blames George W. for the broken ice shelf, which of course, means someone on NPR said it and she's repeating it like a pathetic parrot without any hint of brain to compensate for her generous cellulose-enhanced thighs.
So, I need to understand this shit, in order to justify the suffering I've endured this morning.
I thought George W. is responsible for Hurricane Katrina and a whole slew of devastating weather systems that are raining down unholy hell on us because he allows his climatic alter-ego Global Warming to go apeshit.
But... there were no hurricanes this year!
By this dump-truck shaped bitch's irrefutable logic, G.W. must have deviously changed his form from the vicious hurricanes of last year to the polar bear slaughtering broken ice shelf THIS year!
By jove!
Only question I have, is how did we come to get this man-made global natural disaster as our commander in chief? The fuckin fat-ass motherfucker sittin diagonally from me, who this fat-ass cunt always blathers to, responds this way: "I didn't vote for him."
Should we have invaded Iraq? "I didn't vote for him." What do you think about Hurricane Katrina? "I didn't vote for him." What about that big broken ice shelf? "I didn't vote for him." You want a cup of coffee? "I didn't vote for him." When does the next update go to delivery? "I didn't vote for him." Are you a mindless NPR zombie? "I didn't vote for him."
...God, I hate the cubicle system!
Jurched
Yep. National Public Radio.
Fuck.
So, I get treated to a disorganised rehash of that hippy shit, complete with a slurry of "uh" and "oh, wait" and "I forgot what."
By the time the brainless whore is finished babbling, my ears are practically bleeding from the noise and my headache cannot be measured by any pain index known to medicine.
But what I do know is, G.W. has struck again! Oh yes, global warming! And in its devious human shape, George W. Bush.
Now it seems, George W. has declared war on polar bears, and broken off a giant ice shelf, throwing enough fresh water into the oceans to cause a shift in the gulf stream, which should throw the world into an ice age in three days.
Huh. Sounds familiar.
That big-mouthed bitch expressly blames George W. for the broken ice shelf, which of course, means someone on NPR said it and she's repeating it like a pathetic parrot without any hint of brain to compensate for her generous cellulose-enhanced thighs.
So, I need to understand this shit, in order to justify the suffering I've endured this morning.
I thought George W. is responsible for Hurricane Katrina and a whole slew of devastating weather systems that are raining down unholy hell on us because he allows his climatic alter-ego Global Warming to go apeshit.
But... there were no hurricanes this year!
By this dump-truck shaped bitch's irrefutable logic, G.W. must have deviously changed his form from the vicious hurricanes of last year to the polar bear slaughtering broken ice shelf THIS year!
By jove!
Only question I have, is how did we come to get this man-made global natural disaster as our commander in chief? The fuckin fat-ass motherfucker sittin diagonally from me, who this fat-ass cunt always blathers to, responds this way: "I didn't vote for him."
Should we have invaded Iraq? "I didn't vote for him." What do you think about Hurricane Katrina? "I didn't vote for him." What about that big broken ice shelf? "I didn't vote for him." You want a cup of coffee? "I didn't vote for him." When does the next update go to delivery? "I didn't vote for him." Are you a mindless NPR zombie? "I didn't vote for him."
...God, I hate the cubicle system!
Jurched
Good post, Jurched.
