So I wake early and drive for sixty minutes to get to a place which I'm not needed to be at because you didn't listen to the customer correctly.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Now, let me staple your scrotum to your thigh in recourse.
Browsing Moans 1001–1020
You put your pizza in the oven then go for a shower. I pull it out before it gets burnt, then you come back and complain that its undercooked.
FUCK YOU CUNT.
Why does it say paper jam when there is no paper jam?
I swear to God, one of these days, I just kick this piece of shit out the window.
I really don't give a shit how they did it at another company, even if it was Microsoft for fuck's sake.
When a customer comes into your shop, it means there's a good chance they will spend money on a service/good you provide. Bearing that in mind, why do some people feel the need to act superior or unwelcoming to a customer? You can bet your arse I wont be coming into your store or recommending you to anyone who want to fix their shoes.
Ultimately, you look like a miserable gimp and you lose money. Great thinking, no wonder you own a business.
Great, so you're going to cry to me but you wont even talk to me properly when I'm around you with your friends talking in your language. I accept that, but don't start coming to me when you need advice or help. I will probably give it to you because I'm not a dickhead though.
Save means save.
Save doesn't mean crash.
I swear to fucking god windows, one more slip up and it will be your last. I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD.
Why the shit won't you connect exchange?! what the fuck is wrong with you? Everyone else is using their email so why the hell do you feel like fucking around with me now???
"My stationary isn't working in outlook"
Wah wah wah. Speak to someone who gives a shit. I'm trying to work on a fucking internal systems document. Leave me be.
If you're going to take and use something, put it back man. I just tried to find the nail cutter and it's nowhere to be seen and I hate typing with long nails. This happens every time, especially when I think I know who it is, but I have no proof. Just put stuff back, you don't even own it.
If you're going to limit the viewing of content to a specific region or area, please tell me before I actually go to view whatever it is I want to see. This would make me look for an alternative source rather than hate you.
In this case it was Sci-Fi channel blocking the viewing of Battlestar Galactica's 10-part “webisode” series from the UK. I was told AFTER clicking play, tell me BEFORE I go near it and get my hopes up.
For fucks sake, when you're tidying up your shit do you have to make so much fucking goddam noise you fat fucking heffalump?
ok you turn up late to every single fucking class and its really pissing me off. whats pissing me more off is when you distract me asking for a friggin pen when i am trying to do work. if you want to fail then go the fuck away and dont fucking distract me, otherwise shut the fuck up. is you read this, thank you very much for being so considerate
Saw 5 was as disappointing and worthless as the others. If you happen to have money and you want to see something but there's nothing worthwhile watching, buy ANYTHING but tickets to this. If however you are a mindless zombie who can't think, then this movie should be oscar worthy for you.
Why oh why are the post it notes now stuck together in an alternating way. If i wanted to inpress my office co-workers with something i'd show them my cock.
I hate my throat. Piece of shit needs to get better so I can talk with my bois.
I hate people who post videos with incorrect aspect ratio. You should be ashamed, people!
I hate that the thing I want the most is the one being stolen from me.
This will sound funny, but I hate wearing clothes. I mean clothes that I wear when I go out, like t-shirts and trousers. I'm just not comfortable in them. I much prefer wearing a vest and pants everyday. That makes me sound like a lazy bum, but I don't mind changing and putting other clothes on, I just don't like to wear them in the house.
I hate zip-loc bags that don't make a *click* sound. They make me lose faith in mankind.