Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Taking Out The Trash

4.12.2005
...look, it's really simple. if you didn't want to be a trash man, why did you take the job? you get like $20 an hour in this small town. it's a freakin' mint, bro! never mind the smell, shit man, we ALL reek of sugarbeets being processed between October and May and exhaust fumes from our beater/bondo supreme vehicles fer crissakes.

sorry, that the neighbors on either side are 80 some years old and only put out one goddamn bag each tuesday morning, most likely filled to the brim with cat food cans and leftover spaghetti. and I'm sorry that we're the youngest family on the block, have a total of 5 or 6 bags of trash by the curb every tuesday morning...but shaking your head in disbelief every goddam trash day when you arrive at our place isn't gonna make it better, ya fuckin' jerk.

dude, next time you shake your head like that, it could be just the kickstart I need to make it spin all the way around your fat neck, ya jackass.

and don't even get me started on the way you toss the rubbermaid barrels around after you empty them, ass.

give me a reason, and I'll haul your punkass back to the waste treatment factory that spawned you.

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