... When you're sitting at work, on a very fucking cold morning, in which your testis and tits are shriveling up to fuckin penny size, and want hot tomato fucking soup. So you pull out your reserve can of fucking tomato soup you have sitting in a god damn desk drawer and put it in a bowl and put it in the fucking microwave to heat it up, pull out your trusty KFC spork and get ready to chow the fuck down. You then pull out the soup and get excited... Thats when the fucking phone rings and you swing your fucking chair in a counter clockwise motion, in which a little fucking thing sticking out of the back of the motherfucking chair knocks over your much wanted soup onto the dirty cement floor below it.
You tell the person on the phone about what he just caused and hang up, then go cry in a motherfucking corner.
Dammit!
You tell the person on the phone about what he just caused and hang up, then go cry in a motherfucking corner.
Dammit!