This is when you hate your life because you hate your job. Typically this is a result of hating your boss and you often find that you rant and rave about how he should be dead or in jail. So what do you do? You secretly invite his mother to the office on Mother’s Day and sneak into his office and have the dirtiest sex imaginable. Fingers in the ass...everything. But then the job isn’t done. Once you send her on her way you shit in his pencil drawer at his desk. Big steamer.
Time to wrap up. Quietly tiptoe
out of there and punch that time clock. You’ve
accomplished all you’re
getting done today.
“Hi, Deanna?” It’s Jim from the front desk. Listen your son can’t talk right now, he’s in a meeting. But Happy
Mothers Day! Why don’t you come to the office.”
...then you proceed to step on her face while you bend her over the desk...
“That was amazing, why don’t you go clean up. I’ll be
right there.”
Steer clear of the office for a little while boys. I just did us all a solid and
Motherfucked The Boss . You mind punching me out? I need a cigarette.
