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Ce blog contient un langage grossier et du contenu explicite et ne sera pas censuré. Si vous avez un problème avec ça, allez lire autre chose et laissez moi tranquile. Certains articles seront en anglais et d'autres en français et ne seront pas traduit donc pas besoin de demander.

mardi 2 mars 2010

L'ostie de comptable!!!

Non mais c'est tu un pré-requis d'être cave pour être comptable?  Je demande ça de même là parce que le comptable à la job commence crissement à me tomber sur le nerf!!!  Y a pas une semaine qui passe sans qu'il me demande les criss de même questions, pis je lui donne toujours la même réponse.  Mais le calvaire de tata y semble pas comprendre!  La première fois je lui explique tranquillement que quand à quelque jours d"intervalles il recoit un paiement d'un client d'un bon montant, et qu'ensuite il reçoit une paiement de quelques dollars du même client, c'est des frais de transport supplémentaires que le client a payer.  La semaine d'après quand il revient avec sa liste je lui explique la même chose mais un peu plus raide!  Mais là ça fait depuis 6 mois que c'est la même coliss d'affaire pis l'osti de tata y comprend rien encore!!!  En plus de faire ma job faudrait que je lui montre la sienne en plus?!?!?!

Pis c'est pas tout ça.  Dans les toilettes du bureau, on a été obligé de mettre plein de petits posters.  Un qui dit qu'il faut se laver les mains après chaque fois, un autre qui dit de pas mettre trop de sent bon parce que certaines personnes sont allergiques, un qui explique comment se moucher ou éternuer sans contaminer tout le monde.  Parce que voyez-vous, monsieur le tata se lave pas les mains avant de sortir de la toilette!!!  Ben non!  Aussitôt flushé aussitôt sorti!!!  Pis aujourd'hui OH surprise!  Je vais aux toilettes et la dernière personne à y être allé avant moi, et je soupçonne que ce soit lui, donc la dernière personne à y être allé avant moi avait pas flusher!!!  C'est le fun en criss une belle bol jaune avec des floaters dedans!!!!  Pis en bonus, des gouttes de pisse et des poils de poche sur le siège!  Tabarnak c'est un lieu comment à tous les employés y a tu moyen de garder un minimum de bon sens!!!!

Merci bonsouère!

dimanche 28 février 2010

Women Like Assholes

I met this girl a couple of weeks ago. Not good looking, not ugly. Let's say average looking. But with a nice personality, a twisted sense of humor and a lot of interesting things to say. I was kind of attracted to her. I asked her out and she rejected me saying that I was too sweet and too nice. Now come on! What kind of shitty answer is that? It brings everything back to what I thought: women prefer assholes. It's just a fucking fact. Ok girls, cut the crap and be honest. How many times in your life did you say to a guy something like ''I don't want to go out with you 'cause I don't want to loose your friendship'' when in reality you were thinking ''who would want to sleep with you fat fuck ugly bastard and risk to give birth to your hideous child.''? Say, how many times? But when a jerk off, asshole douchebag ask you out in the most untasteful manners you wet your underpants and fall in love! The guy will be mean to you, will be drunk half of the time and totally baked the other half, will fuck you for his own pleasure and fall asleep right away, will fuck other girls while pretending to be with his buddies, will even beat the shit out of you, get you pregnant and leave you 2 weeks before you give birth saying that he needs his freedom and that by the way he never took the DNA test so nothing proves that he is the father so he won't give you any money. You'll cry your heart out, you'll miss him like crazy.

In a couple of weeks, he'll show up at your door at 4 in the morning, scratching his balls, burping his last 17 beers and 15 shots of tequila and say that he missed you when in fact he only needs a place to sleep because the other girl he fucked filed a police report when he beat her again and he's now under a restraining order. You'll be so happy to have him back because you love him so much and he promised to change. You know he won't but for now it doesn't matter, you want to believe that you can rescue him, that you can save him from his sins. But when he'll dump you again, 'cause he will, who you're gonna call? Not the fucking ghostbusters! You're gonna call that sweet guy and cry on his shoulder, blow your nose in his t-shirt instead of blowing his dick. And he'll listen to your pathetic story, he'll comfort you, hoping that in the end you'll realize that he is THE one for you. But you won't because you're just too dumb! At night you'll go out in a club, you'll meet a guy that will ask you out in the most untasteful manners, you'll wet you underpants and fall in love... Do you see a pattern here? Fucking dumb bitch! So I decided to become an asshole myself. It seems that it's the only way to get laid. I'll have the hottest bitches in my bed. But I'll be nice though, in the morning I'll give them $20 for a cab.