I hate my -blam!- life. I'm a god damn failure. I'm 22 years old and I'm a -blam!- lowly cook at a fast food joint. This is the only job I've ever had and I'll probably never get a better one. My coworker harasses me verbally everyday. If I told my boss, he would probably just cut my already low salary. All that jerk cares about is money.
Outside of work, I don't do anything. My best friend is mentally retarded, but I suppose that's better than nothing. I am in love with one of my neighbors. She's a gorgeous Southern belle who just moved here, but I'm sure she hates me too. -blam!-.
I'm stuck in my hometown because I never learned how to drive. I fail the driver's test EVERY -blam!- TIME I TAKE IT. -blam!- THIS.
Worst of all is that I live in a -blam!- pineapple at the bottom of the sea.
[Edited on 12.06.2012 2:48 PM PST]
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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] MadGiggy [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] TehWarMoose But he's like... 50.[/quote] Can you prove it?[/quote] At one point, he stated that he had 374 employee of the month awards, which adds up to about 31 years. Assuming that he had to be at least 18 to begin working, that would put his age at 49+.