My shit job

My job is so fucking unbelievable. I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:

First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breath.

The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career oppertunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat.

But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single fucking day.

Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.

Wanna (scoobie) snack?

Yeaah, you are Shaggy!

But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single fucking day.

Yeaah, you are Shaggy!

.

What you complaining about? You're a pesky kid!

What you complaining about? You're a pesky kid!

.

htfu

.

Should be posted in the private thread.

I've just wasted 20secs of my life reading this shite....

:-$

Where do you work? We need your colleagues opinion of you for a balanced report.

Also, there's a fucking thread about this on here already.

releases rabid dogs

ive just wasted 3 mins,how'd you read so quick?

He only looks at the pictures.

I actually got a chuckle out of that.

Akon is still a pile of shite though.

^^ Fact ^^.

Akon is still a pile of shite though.

+1

fred?

I actually got a chuckle out of that.

Akon is still a pile of shite though.

^^ Fact ^^.

+1

Bolloks. I fukkin love akons.

Who ever wrote that missed the whole point of freds character.

Bolloks. I fukkin love bacon.

Fixed

Delicious copypasta.

Should be posted in the private thread.

l0l

this is the funniest shit in the world.

Fuckin Ace