Wednesday, December 07, 2005

...in which we find the bastard finds people disgusting

hey guy, you know who you are. you're that guy who is SO desperate to get out of the restroom that you turn the water on to get your hands wet for the faux handwashing and then shut the water off as fast as you turned it on. you're not fooling anyone you disgusting pig from i would guess the circulation department. what's the hurry? your desk on fire or are you in a race to get out of the bathroom beforre the bald guy next to you is. hmmmmm competitive. maybe you work for GOLF. i think a more thorough job is in order here. maybe next time. maybe not. maybe you need some flu or to see someone else do it right before you head off to lunch. ok, i'm done

love always,

—the bastard

2 comments:

bastard central said...

this isn't a restaurant dear heart, we publish magazines and if some idiot wants to do it with shit all over his hands, that's his perogative, the bastard just doesn't have to like it

bastard central said...

you don't exactly look like a golf reader dub