[Practitioners of Fellatio]--
I quit. I'm tired of getting my [testacles] chewed for petty [feces] by a moody, mean person. I shouldn't have to deal with this, and I'm not going to. This job was exceedingly boring and trite anyway, and I just can't find it in my heart to get my productivity up to 50% when there's only 10% of work to be done period. I'd ask for several days of my life back, but why bother. My last day will be Friday, March 9, 2007. I already cleaned the cars this week.
It's not the apples that are bad, it's the barrel you're putting them in,
A. Schlagashitz
7 comments:
He did not actually turn in this letter of course, although he did say
"[that] is what i really want to say because its the truth and it has been my mental and emotional state for the past 11-12 months."
i'm soooooo glad he didn't turn that in.
I'm kind of disappointed, actually. But obviously, that was probably the wise thing to do.
It's testicles.
[i particularly like the editing.]
Practitioners of Fellatio sounds very formal.
You heard the joke about giving Elmo test-tickles?
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