MOTHER OF ALL RANTS!

Ok… I got started with it at work.
So I'm gonna OVERHAUL this sucker.

I relized, I hate alot of stuff…. LETS NAME A FEW, SHALL WE?

Yes we shall, I know you just said "Nope" and was going to click "VuTales" to head to the main section, but you entered my
blog either cause you were curious, if cause Vusys still thinks i'm cute, or if your waiting for something to download.
Your stuck now.

Lets start with… PLACES!

DMV!- Hahahah… the good ol DMV. Don't know why I hate it, guess since everyone else does, I should too!
DAV!- Discount Army Veterans… smells like old people, and is swarmed with old people!
Thrift Stores – So many cloths! Yet I still have plenty… and full of old people.
K-Mart – We got a Wal-Mart down the street… and down that street… and down that street.

Now lets go with PEOPLE!

Old People. I hate em… cracking wise jokes when they shouldn't. Old people shouldn't crack jack!
Babies… I…. Hate… BABIES. Waahhhh.. CRY… CRY AND CRY AND CRY!!
Black Women – Ignorent bastards… mmmm hmmmm…
Spanish Women – Stay off of our flippin Customer Support lines. I asked for Automotive repair, I got Home Appliances.
Little children – If I see you on XBOX Live again, I will track your IP down and gut you like a fish.
Gangsta ANYTHING – (say fast for full effect) Yeah yeah, fo shore… we be all up in dis mutha ****ing crib my GEEE…. word to yo mama's brother's uncle's third cousin's family, DAWG.
Fat People – If you no longer walk, but "Wobble", can't jump, etc … that and beyond, all the way to "Need a scooter to move" or "Need a flatbed to move", then I hate you you fat bald bastards. Go eat a god damn salad.
Side Note – Next time I see a fat guy on a scooter… I am soooo poppin those tires… BEACHED WHALE IN DOWNTOWN!!!

Hahha…

Now.. PEOPLE WHO ARE CUSTOMERS TO ME AT MY JOB!

Preppy School Girls who talk to me as if I'm a puppy.
People who want stuff "Fresh".
Girls who look at me like THIS, when ordering food… as If I'm about to shank em or something.

People who come up to the counter, only to go "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… I don't know what I want." … THEN STEP AWAY FROM THE COUNTER!
Babies – Again… Gah Gah Goo Goo Go choke on a curly fry…
People who ask "What are your specials?" yet… they're posted, on the walls… the tapestry… the pictures… the freakin Tray Liners… and on the picture, in front of you..
People, trying to be, my friend… this will be the only time we see each other, we just met… my job is to get your food… so kindly, do NOT act like we've known each other for months.
People who lleeeeaAAAANNNN… in…. just to talk….over the counter…. I can smell ya enough as it is.
People who lie… "Theres a silver hair in my sandwhich…" … even though… its his OWN hair…
Drunk People – Already has cost us over 500 dollars in damages… cause they wonder in, trip, and break something. We already need a new guardrail, 2 chairs, a women's bathroom stall door, cookie container… what next?

Thats all for now!
YAY!

~Grimno (I'm a nice guy, really!)