My job is horrible.

[DoubleDutch]

, how about you actually read.

So therefore your post would be considered spam.

Since it has nothing to do with the topic.

So can you go any more off topic please?

But I did get it

[Snape]

Can you go any more offtopic please.

read the last line, that the troll made.

[Ian]

hot one is daphne.
smart one is thelma or something.
stoned one is shaggy.
you are the scooby doo.

[Coke]

hot one is daphne.
smart one is thelma or something.
stoned one is shaggy.
you are the scooby doo.

You are Fred not Scooby.

At least I think that's what his name is.

[-Statistic-]

oh lulz, it's Scooby Doo.

But seriously, why post this?

[SjoerdJr...]

My job is so fucking unbelievable. I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:

First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn she is completely useless.
The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting makeup on. She is extremely self centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breath.

The next chick is completely the opposite, She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm not even sure if she showers, much less shave her "womanly parts." I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store she moans like a cat in heat.

But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half stoned from the second hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with it's constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger king, every single fucking day.

Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.

i lold XD