Its a good thing I never worked around one. I would've dunked some asshole managers head in one.
I have the rage.
I had this one that used to say "...you know what I'm saying?" at the end of every other sentence. Butch bitch wouldn't fit in the broiler, though.
NO, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE SAYING. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE SAYING. NOBODY KNOWS OR GIVES A FUCK WHAT YOU'RE SAYING, YOU INARTICULATE FUCKIN' RETARD. I HAVE AN INTENSE, BURNING DESIRE TO KILL YOU, RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW. YOU KNOW WHAT
I'M SAYING??
I can't be around people any more. At all. Unless they're like.. not an asshole. I'm allergic to assholes.