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Well lets just say that I have a very strong dislike for some of the folks that I work with.
For one they are fucking dishonest. This doesnt affect me directly, but it does affect our customers who after they have been screwed over enough times will stop coming back to get their cars fixed. Bastards.
What I really feel like doing is getting a General Electric Mini-Gun (See Blain in Predator) putting on a little Louis Armstrong singing "What a wonderful world" and laying down some covering fire on those fuckers.
LMAO Can you see the expression on thier faces??? Especially with that song playing in the background. I would have to film it in slo mo. It would be classic seeing brass hitting the ground, people diving behind counters and shit.
Oh well back to reality.
Creepers disclaimer: The above statement was made purely of fiction and any person resembling those involved, living or dead is purely coincidental.
In other words I am not going to smoke my coworkers, it was a joke.
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I was not born to live a mans life, but to be the stuff of future memory.
3 can keep a secret if 2 are dead.
I've never been nice my whole life....but, I'll do my best to be sweet.
I keep my standards low, so I'm never disappointed.
The next words out of your mouth better be some Mark Twain shit, cos' I am going to be chiseling it on your tombstone.
Trample the weak, Hurdle the dead.
Forgive your enemies......after they are slain.
The God I believe in aint short of cash mister.
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