Day by Day

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Dear Nasty Bastards who work with me

The hole in the toilet bowl is one foot by a foot and a half.  You can stand right up against it if you wish.  There's NO FUCKING EXCUSE for you NOT AIMING WHILE YOU PISS.

You disgusting pigs.  You gross, nasty pieces of crap.  I don't want to have to step around the puddle of piss that you left behind, you absolutely foul barnyard animal!  I've seen pigs with better manners! I've seen cattleyards in better condition than what you leave behind!

I swear to all that's Holy, if my Chaplain hadn't been dragging me back to my office, I would have been marching through the building screaming at the top of my lungs "WHO'S THE BRAIN-DEAD SHITWAD WHO PISSED ALL OVER THE FLOOR OF THE LATRINE?!?!  I GUESS YOU WERE TOO FAT TO SEE YOUR OWN DICK OR WHERE YOU WERE AIMING!"


David said...

In my office they also manage to get shit up on the sides of the water tank.

Such is working in a building with liberal hippies.

Ragin' Dave said...

Back when I was in Wisconsin I would take a bottle of hand sanitizer into the bathroom with me, and literally clean any seat I was going to use.

I don't know how or why people act like that, but I'd like to find them, and give them a hug. In the face. With a chair.