Fuck you. That's what.Fuck your telemarketing, your lazy employees, your shitty customer service, your sense of entitlement and your shitty driving.Fuck you.
Can I know who were hatin' on? Is it Bucknasty's momma or what?
Did you just turn in your resignation?
I'm gonna burn this motherfucker down! You with me, Pookie?
Ok, did you put the secret ingredient in the special sauce?
we're gonna need you to go ahead and come in on saturday to play a little catch up... mmmkay?
I agree wholeheartedly.This thread begs the question, If you could be God for a day, who would you strike down first?
You're God, take your pick. Only rule is that it has to be a singular person.
HUMPERDINCK: To the death.WESTLEY: No. (a little pause)To the pain.HUMPERDINCK: (about to charge, stops short) I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase.WESTLEY: I'll explain. And I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you wart-hog-faced buffoon. HUMPERDINCK: That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me.WESTLEY: It won't be the last. To the pain means the first thing you lose will be your feet, below the ankles, then your hands at the wrists, next your nose.HUMPERDINCK: -- and then my tongue, I suppose. I killed you too quickly the last time, a mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight.WESTLEY: I wasn't finished -- the next thing you lose will be your left eye, followed by your right --HUMPERDINCK: (takes step forward) -- and then my ears, I understand. Let's get on with it --WESTLEY:Wrong! Your ears you keep, and I'll tell you why -- -- so that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish -- every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God, what is that thing?" will echo in your perfect ears. That is what "to the pain" means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.
Do we have to strike them dead or just incapable of performing their current duties?