It’s been 10 years since this was the “final” word.
blind parkour leaping from skyscraper to skyscraper and family gatherings where Buzzkill can not only get the joke, she can tell her own. Also, the entire family thinks you are headed for a homeless shelter – no, you can’t just go live in Mom’s basement.
What happens in your warped mental kingdom when your late dinner is a new chicken recipe complemented with fruit infused Shock Top.
The thing about the über diet is that what it lacks in calories, taste or substance, it makes up for in lowered Coors Light tolerance. That explains the fact of responding to 2007’s “back in the saddle” girl’s stupid text.
I have no explanation for failing to call her to order a nostalgic booty call, which beer-goggled its way onto my late night social radar. I’m just glad it stayed a nightmare theory. I would hate to have to chew off my
other arm this morning.
After months of delay and unequivocal efforts to make things smaller and cut out the larger fish from the discussion, the “final statement” and “conclusion” has been delivered in the form of a conference call.
The basic message from National: There was no misconduct, get it through your thick fucking skull.
Also: It’s in the past! It doesn’t matter!
Also: You fucked up! You trusted us!
Fuck you, National. No wonder you are despised. You did fuck up. You did take liberties with the facts presented by the subsidiary, and it did a shitty self-serving job using the powers entrusted to it. You screwed us over.
This was not about civil liability. It was about fraternal honor. You lack the courage to even say “sorry” or “we should have done better.” No accountability. No contrition. No character.
The ad hominems on those who dare point out the shortcomings? No brotherhood.
I will honor my oaths, and maintain my brotherhood with my chapter, but I am done with you fuckstains. National is dead to me.
For most of the last 20 years or so, my kids would ask me about tattoos. My grandpa had a
prison homemade one, my brother has several. I would always tell them I was not a big fan of them getting tattoos – as my children, they were perfect as is.
HOWEVER, if they decided to get inked, think about a few things: Continue reading “Tattoo You”
With National and you have my immediate thoughts on the silver and red wall of BS.
More to come.
You were nearly full last night. You’re now empty and waiting impatiently for the recycle truck. Why the change? It’s not like there are unregulated consumers making my stuff disappear. Continue reading “Dear Empty Bottle of Expensive Hipster QuasiVodka”
Actually, Eric the fuckface inspired the title. This asshole decided to hoard work. He checked out 25% of the remaining work in a project. No one else could work it. Then he took a break because “fuck you, I got mine.” This after we all got an email saying once your batch is done, you’re done. So, the people wanting to work hit the road, and selfish Eric milks the clock.
Fuck you Eric. Continue reading “Wanna Make $14 the Hard Way?”