Senin, 01 Juli 2013

Story of A Guy With A Slightly Rectangular Pants

I’m fucking sick of my life... I’m almost 20 and haven’t been able to score a better job than a fucking cook at a local fast food restaurant. I live in a small town, so business is pretty limited, and where I work is the only place that’ll hire highschool graduate. The work pressure is almost unbearable, and if I protest about my pay to my stingy, asshole boss, he would probably just cut my already shitty pay...

I’d get the hell out of this town if I could drive, but I’ve failed every damn test I’ve ever taken. I’m socially awkward, even my only other co-worker fucking hates my guts. He never stop making fun of me, saying that I’m stupid, useless, miserable, and helpless beyond belief... And my only real friend is an idiot with IQ lower than an arthropod, a mentally retarded imbecile, who I’m pretty sure is only hanging around because he’s the only one that can tolerate me...

And you know what makes all this fucking worse...?

...I live in a pineapple under the sea...