Fucking fly swatter bull shit
"Sooo... The fly swatter was a no go?" Jesus, the sandwich, inquired as we sat on the couch.No fucking shit! I went to the bathroom, fly swatter in hand, and the fucking imp sprayed me in the fucking eyes as I looked to find him. So there I was, jumping up and down, yelling, "You Fuck-douche-fucking-cock-wad-fucker!" when three of the managers from the district management meeting walked in. I washed out my eyes and told them that the thing went off, but I doubted they would have believed me about the imp. I left the bathroom with red eyes and a hateful disposition for the fucking thing.
"I knew it," Judas, the bag of chips, laughed. "The imp is a tricky fucker. It's not as easy as that to get rid of them."
I sighed and ate Jesus, the sandwich. Even his delicious, crusty body couldn't ease my hate for the fucking imp.
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