Thursday, February 2, 2012

Fucking fly swatter bull shit


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. 

fuck

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