As I sat at my office today, actually doing something work related… I realized how much I truly despise that place & most the people there. Don’t get me wrong… there are about 25 people I have to deal with of which about 5 I can tolerate and 3 or 4 who’s company I enjoy.

I’m sure this is something that the majority of the population deals with… but Jesus fuck. I would guess the average age of my co-workers is somewhere around 40-45. However, if you were to ever stop by bearing gifts to tell me how much you love this website you would probably think I was running some sort of fucked up daycare for grown fucking people.

We’ve got it all here… A 67 year old fat nasty fuck, who sleeps on a cat piss soaked couch and if we’re lucky will take a shower once a week. This gem designs model railroads and airplanes all day. If you’re curious… No, desiging model railroads and airplanes is not what we do. There’s the guy that no matter how wrong he is, he will never admit it & he’ll argue about it for a week until you give in and say “ok, you’re right”. (See previous story about College Educated Black Man/North Star) There’s the closet homosexual. The pedophile. The cranky administrative bitch who will rip out your soul for no reason other than making your life as miserable as hers. I could keep going but why? You get the point and probably deal with the same bullshit.

Why do I/we deal with it? What’s the fucking point? Is it normal to go to work everyday & pick a scenario from the “1,000 Ways To Die” t.v. show & picture your co-workers dying some sort of fucked up death? Probably not… but that’s what I do. Maybe this is the perfect time to put my genius business plan to work. Nipples N/ Clips. That’s the name of my soon to be topless barber shop. Catchy name, right!?! Probably won’t work… but why not give it a try.

Well, it’s 11:22. That means it’s time to go imagine the pedophile burning to death in a grain silo. I’ve been looking forward to this one for a week.