Do you maybe mean by scripted that each line is about seven inches and I cut them off at without punctuating in the in the middle of the sentences? I did that so it all looks like a double-spaced manuscript! Come on! Is it maybe that which you mean by saying the article’s scripted?!
I added a big introduction, I hope that helps things. I actually have finished the whole chapter a while-back.

To Dranzno:
That will not fly? Why wouldn’t it fly! Anyway, I put it in a wind tunnel, and sculpted the chassis, fixed the wings, so I guess it will fly, won’t it?! That reminds me of an episode of The Simpsons when some one like Judge Judy said to the father in court something such as, “You can’t just pee on my leg, and tell me it’s raining.”
Homer said in reply, I couldn’t pee on your leg, and tell you it’s raining? I thought I was allowed to pee on your leg! I’m sorry I peed on your leg. I didn’t know it was frowned upon to pee on your leg in court.
Chief Wiggum then replied, “ Yeah Homer, quit telling the judge that it’s raining, and peeing on her.” I am not making excuses; I am apologizing for my mistakes, and promising I’ll change. You had better learn to apologize at work when you’re right because as Mommy told you, as you were a kid, life isn’t fair. This is the reason Mommy told you that.
Your next job is working in a restaurant, poisoning the food, and causing an epidemic.
If your supervisor says to put snot in the pizza when you are sick with cold, then you blow snot into the pizza, lazy fuck!
Remember, if you call the health inspectors, and ask them if you have to poison the food, they might yell, scream that you have to listen to your boss, and that you are lazy.
If your boss tells you to put filler into pizza dough, like fingernail polish, you fucking put nail polish into the pizza, lazy shit fuck!
If you leave a message at the corporate headquarters, they will not care!
There’s no whining at work about how you’re the only one working every body’s shifts while everybody talks in the back-room. If you want a raise in your SUCK-y office job, take the advice from the guys who write books about succeeding in business, and take up the responsibilities of the people you work with, then, and only then will the supervisor give you a raise. They’ll give drug addicts illegal diplomas while talking shit about how you have no power when you have the sheepskin to be a teacher.
If a drug kingpin comes into your room passing out on P.C.P., and telling you that if you come to work tomorrow that he will kill your sweet mommy, and your 7-year-old nephew, and your sisters, don’t quit because you can get three days pay if you risk your family’s lives, besides, it’s lazy if you quit. My gun moll brother gives ten-year old kids I talk to in the neighborhood PCP, tells them to go to my classroom I am a teacher of, tells them to threaten my sisters, and nephews life if I come to work tomorrow!
I hav’ta’ go to Tae Kwon Do in order to fit in at work, and a drug lord stands at the back of dojo! The Drug Kingpin has his toady stand by the back of the line I stand in, and screams to the drug lord every-thing I do! The grunt screams & yells at the drug lord, he’s counting off the number two! He’s cracking his knuckles again!
Hay, hay, The Fag is in the bathroom taking a shit! The instructor will not do anything due to the fact the teacher buys drugs from the drug lord! So get off my ass, faggot! If you ask your supervisor to call the cops as there was a P.C.P. addicted kingpin asking paralyzed boys out, and further-more passing out in your own classroom, your supervisor’ll tell you at least I can understand what he is doing.
I cannot under-stand what you do.
You’ll be fired as a child molester because the P.C.P. addict will say you are molesting kids at the school.
He might repeatedly call your house, and blame you for the police asking about his molesting kids as if it were your fault the kingpin molested paralyzed kids, but at least you’ll know that you are a hard worker.
Your brother; and your sweet Mommy’ll yell at you for calling the cops.
Tell the police officer coming to your house that you are the one that molests paralyzed kids; lie to a police officer.
The only way you can get enough sleep to go to your new job is to call the main office of Silicon Valley’s schools, and tell the boss you are the one whom molested the paralyzed kids at your school.
If you are lucky, those drug kingpins might blackout all the threats he made, and not kill your family like my family for a while. You’ll be working with faggot child-molesters, your bosses will be alcoholics, fag child-molesters, drug-lords looking for a cover molesting paralyzed kids in the buildings. You have to be up for work at one o’clock while Mommy yells, and screams at you that you are stupid to work hard. Your sisters, and brother will still say you are lazy, though.
That’s the price of being a true hard worker, fucking lazy fagot.
No, you’ll believe that your sisters, friend, and brothers know of which they speak when they keep telling you do more stuff, and they’ll let you have a girlfriend.
You could be fired for calling your boss, Pete, because that German guy decided at a split-second that he only likes to be called his full first name, so, you’re fired the first time you talk to him.
The only thing you called him the first time you talked to him was, hi, Pete. If people come to work smoking pot, people don’t care! The boss could, and will fire you for telling the president of the company that the boss is smoking Pot at work. The president of the company will still promote your boss to president of the company regardless.
Your boss will keep his job, of course. They will not allow you a break for working 12 hours, and scream at you for taking a bathroom break when the car garage computer is opening the car garage, and you’re asking the boss for help.
Your boss can come to work with a car radio he just stole, drinking Scope dripping out of the supervisor’s mouth, smiling maniacally saying, I’m happy. You will hide the radio from the police.
You have to pay for your boss’s gas money when supervisor goes to fuck women at the beach, he will laugh, and point while the said giving of gas money. If your super visor sees you coming back from going to the restroom, she can tell you that was a lunch break, and legally in a legal court it counts as mid-day break time. Boss will never pay you back. If you’re disabled, then you are fired!
You will not be paid for working; they’ll disavow how you’d got a promotion.
If you see stars like those that I have, for not having a food break for 12 hours, just roll with it. You had better wear degrading adult diapers, because you’re not allowed to take bathroom breaks nor eat for 12 hours a day!
If your supervisor is an alcoholic that wants phone-sex in the his boss’s office, and doesn’t want to take restroom breaks he can piss in a Big Gulp cup in the hall, and leave it there! Oh well. When you go to court on your birthday to get your money the Judge will ask the supervisor, “did you look for the files that have proof he worked those days”? the supervisor will say I looked, and I couldn’t find them! You will not be allowed to ask questions, nor will the attorney.
The boss can call you up on your day off, and yell, scream you were peeing in the cup!
Your boss doesn’t remember if he pissed in the hall, or not! The boss can ask that person above you if he peed in the Big Gulp cup; that supervisor can say that person above you doesn’t remember pee-ING in that cup!
Your boss can scream at you when that boss knows the person who is your super-visor pee-ed in the Big Gulp cup!
That is because you’re the lowest man on the ladder, and your boss was told the boss was supposed to blame every-thing on you!
That’s the only way she could take-out-every-thing the boss’s boss takes out on her out on some one!
That’s the way the world has to be!
Have you ever run all over your downtown nine hours a day during heat waves ten miles to 12 parking lots, and wrote down every license plate in those lots?!
Have you been ever forbidden to drink water for nine hours?! Have you drunk a large slush from 7/11 at the day’s end, and still are thirsty?! Have you ever drunk two large Slurpees?! Your boss was told to complain about what a shxtty job you do, even if you are doing the right thing!
When your boss got her first job, your boss was taken aside, and told how the world really was!
She was told Niggers, Mexicans, Gooks, Wops, Kikes, Micks, and Cripples are not easy on the eyes, and were ugly visually. I have never had any friends! I am worse than any Nigger due to the simple fact I am a Sand Monkey, a Wet Back, a Wop, Spanish, a Hungy, Ruskie, Mick, Aussie, Yaqui, Corancua, Native American, Roman, a Towel Head, East Indian, Kike, and a Gimp!
Your boss was told to only hire Porch Monkeys when affirmative action said to, not a second more spent on their integration that they have happening in the workplace! She was told to not hire any Niggers of that kind unless the supervisor had to! I never had a real girlfriend.
If the restaurant is robbed, the boss will tell you to count every penny in the register when there’s a line all the way to the back of the restaurant, and will tell you to give the robber 100 dollars of food, and money, and it all comes outa’ your pay!
You’re fired if you don’t, your boss can then walk behind you like a Nazi general, saying, the main office is goin’ to be here aaany second, and you’re going to be fi-I-iirrrr-r-ed! Try haa-A-ar-DER!
She can do this for months.
She was told to scream at you to go faster, and faster, faster, faster until you have a nervous breakdown within six months!
You need to stop watching Transformer Saturday morning cartoons, to get a real-life, Dranzno.
When Smith got married, he stopped writing about potty humor Jay, and Silent Bob shit, comic book shit.
He began writing about marriage, and havin

Do you maybe mean by scripted that each line is about seven inches and I cut them off at without punctuating in the in the middle of the sentences? I did that so it all looks like a double-spaced manuscript! Come on! Is it maybe that which you mean by saying the article’s scripted?!
I added a big introduction, I hope that helps things. I actually have finished the whole chapter a while-back.

To Drazno:
That won’t fly? Why wouldn’t it fly? Anyway, I put it in a wind-tunnel, and sculpted the chassis, fixed the wings, so I guess it will fly, won’t it?! That reminds me of an episode of The Simpsons when some one like Judge Judy said to the father in court something such as, “You can’t just pee on my leg, and tell me it’s raining.”
Homer said in reply, I couldn’t pee on your leg, and tell you it’s raining? I thought I was allowed to pee on your leg! I’m sorry I peed on your leg. I didn’t know it was frowned upon to pee on your leg in court.
Chief Wiggum then replied, “ Yeah Homer, quit telling the judge that it’s raining, and peeing on her.” I am not making excuses; I am apologizing for my mistakes, and promising I’ll change. You had better learn to apologize at work when you’re right because as Mommy told you as you were a kid, life isn’t fair. This is the reason Mommy told you that.
Your next job is working in a restaurant, poisoning the food, and causing an epidemic.
If your supervisor says to put snot in the pizza when you are sick with cold, then you blow snot into the pizza, lazy fuck!
Remember, if you call the health inspectors and ask them if you have to poison the food, they might yell, scream that you have to listen to your boss and that you are lazy.
If your boss tells you to put filler into pizza dough, like fingernail polish, you fucking put nail polish into the pizza, lazy shit fuck!
If you leave a message at the corporate headquarters, they will not care!
There’s no whining at work about how you’re the only one working every body’s shifts while everybody talks in the back-room. If you want a raise in your suck-Y office job, take the advice from the guys who write books about succeeding in business and take up the responsibilities of the people you work with, then and only then will the supervisor give you a raise. They’ll give drug addicts illegal diplomas while talking shit about how you have no clout when you have the sheepskin to be a teacher.
If a drug kingpin comes into your room passing out on P.C.P. and telling you that if you come to work tomorrow that he will kill your sweet mommy and your 7-year-old nephew and your sisters, don’t quit because you can get three days pay if you risk your family’s lives, besides, it’s lazy if you quit. My gun moll brother gives ten-year old kids I talk to in the neighborhood PCP, tells them to go to my classroom I am a teacher of, tells them to threaten my sisters and nephews life if I come to work tomorrow!
I hav’ta’ go to Tae Kwon Do in order to fit in at work and a drug lord stands at the back of dojo! The Drug Kingpin has his toady stand by the back of the line I stand in and screams to the drug lord every-thing I do! The grunt screams & yells at the drug lord, “He’s counting off the number two! He’s cracking his knuckles again! Hay, hay, The Fag is in the bathroom taking a shit!” The instructor will not do nothing due to the fact the teacher buys drugs from the drug lord! So get off my ass, faggot!
If you ask your supervisor to call the cops as there was a P.C.P. addicted kingpin asking paralyzed boys out and further-more passing out in your own classroom, your supervisor’ll tell you “At least I can understand what he is doing. I cannot under-stand what you do”.
You’ll be fired as a child molester because the P.C.P. addict will say you are molesting kids at the school.
He might repeatedly call your house and blame you for the police asking about his molesting kids as if it were your fault the kingpin molested paralyzed kids, but at least you’ll know that you are a hard worker.
Your brother and your sweet Mommy’ll yell at you for calling the cops.
Tell the police officer coming to your house that you are the one that molests paralyzed kids; lie to a police officer.
The only way you can get enough sleep to go to your new job is to call the main office of Silicon Valley’s schools and tell the boss you are the one whom molested the paralyzed kids at your school.
If you are lucky, those drug kingpins might blackout all the threats he made and not kill your family like my family for a while. You’ll be working with faggot child-molesters, your bosses will be alcoholics, fag child-molesters, drug-lords looking for a cover molesting paralyzed kids in the buildings. You have to be up for work at one o’clock while Mommy yells and screams at you that you are stupid to work hard. Your sisters and brother will still say you are lazy, though.
That’s the price of being a true hard worker, fucking lazy fagot.
No, you’ll believe that your sisters, friend and brothers know of which they speak when they keep telling you do more stuff and they’ll let you have a girlfriend.
You could be fired for calling your boss, Pete, because that German person decided at a split-second that he only likes to be called his full first name, so, you’re fired the first time you talk to him.
The only thing you called him the first time you talked to him was, “Hi, Pete.” If people come to work smoking pot, people don’t care! The boss could and will fire you for telling the president of the company that the boss is smoking Pot at work. The president of the company will still promote your boss to president of the company regardless.
Your boss will keep his job, of course. They will not allow you a break for working 12 hours, and scream at you for taking a bathroom break when the car garage computer is opening the car garage, and you’re asking the boss for help.
Your boss can come to work with a car radio he just stole, drinking Scope dripping out of the supervisor’s mouth, smiling maniacally saying, I’m happy. You will hide the radio from the police.
You have to pay for your boss’s gas money when supervisor goes to fuck women at the beach, he will laugh, and point while the said giving of gas money. If your super visor sees you coming back from going to the restroom, she can tell you that was a lunch break, and legally in a legal court it counts as mid-day break time. Boss will never pay you back. If you’re disabled, then you are fired!
You will not be paid for working, they’ll disavow how you’d got a promotion.
If you see stars like I have, for not having a food break for 12 hours, just roll with it. You had better wear degrading adult diapers, because you’re not allowed to take bathroom breaks nor eat for 12 hours a day!
If your supervisor is an alcoholic that wants phone-sex in the his boss’s office, and doesn’t want to take restroom breaks he can piss in a Big Gulp cup in the hall, and leave it there! Oh well. When you go to court on your birthday to get your money the Judge will ask the supervisor, “did you look for the files that have proof he worked those days”? the supervisor will say I looked, and I couldn’t find them! You will not be allowed to ask questions, nor will the attorney.
The boss can call you up on your day off, and yell, scream you were peeing in the cup!
Your boss doesn’t remember if he pissed in the hall, or not! The boss can ask that person above you if he peed in the Big Gulp cup; that supervisor can say that person above you doesn’t remember pee-ING in that cup!
Your boss can scream at you when that boss knows the person who is your super-visor pee-ed in the Big Gulp cup!
That is because you’re the lowest man on the ladder, and your boss was told the boss was supposed to blame every-thing on you!
That’s the only way she could take-out-every-thing the boss’s boss takes out on her out on some one!
That’s the way the world has to be!
Have you ever run all over your downtown nine hours a day during heat waves ten miles to 12 parking lots, and wrote down every license plate in those lots?!
Have you been ever forbidden to drink water for nine hours?! Have you drank a large slush from 7/11 at the day’s end, and still be thirsty?! Have you ever drank two large Slurpees?! Your boss was told to complain about what a shxtty job you do, even if you are doing the right thing!
When your boss got her first job, your boss was taken aside, and told how the world really was!
She was told Niggers, Mexicans, Gooks, Wops, Kikes, Micks, and Cripples are not easy on the eyes, and were ugly visually. I have never had any friends! I am worse than any Nigger due to the simple fact I am a Sand Monkey, a Wet Back, a Wop, Spanish, a Hungy, Ruskie, Mick, Aussie, Yaqui, Corancua, Native American, Roman, a Towel Head, East Indian, Kike, and a Gimp!
Your boss was told to only hire Porch Monkeys when affirmative action said to, not a second more spent on their integration that they have happening in the workplace! She was told to not hire any Niggers of that kind unless the supervisor had to! I never had a real girlfriend.
If the restaurant is robbed, the boss will tell you to count every penny in the register when there’s a line all the way to the back of the restaurant, and will tell you to give the robber 100 dollars of food, and money, and it all comes outa’ your pay!
You’re fired if you don’t!
Your boss can then walk behind you like a Nazi general, saying, “The main office is goin’ to be here aaany second, and you’re going to be fi-rrrr-r-ed! Try haa-a-r-DER!”!
She can do this for months.
She was told to scream at you to go faster, and faster faster, faster until you have a nervous breakdown within six months!
You need to stop watching Transformer Saturday morning cartoons, to get a real-life, Dranzno.
When Smith got married, he stopped writing about potty humor Jay, and Silent Bob shit, comic book shit.
He began writing about marriage, and having a child, dumb-shi

shit!
Do you want to play the game?
Smith wrote about his wife saying he had to stop reading comics eventually, and get a serious job. You have to sell out, and write shit like Clerks 2!
Now, go back to your fucked-up job, and fucked-up little life, and work hard, you lazy bitch.
I don’t even have to explain why I had made mistakes. Most people wouldn’t respond.

Most people will not change as a writer but I do.
I don’t have to call you by your stupid name. I bet you never thought about making a general newsletter that answers every-body’s questions in the reviews people’ve made, am I correct? Of course I am. You really should learn to think outside of the hamburger box, Hamburg-LAR.
Who are you, to me?! You are Mud to me. I don’t have ta’ make a good first impression with anyone. Should make a good impression with who?!
Make a great impression with persons who hate me no-matter how I apologize nor how much I edit my stuff? A good impression with you?! Where were you when I was back doing a couple of cartoons, writing reviews, and editorials for papers?! You there giving a job to me?!
You know what I would have given for a job that pays money! You there giving me payment for the couple years I was on a comic strip, I was going to the offices every day, nobody telling me that I was fired because my cartoons had pretty women in them, the over experienced editor from Exxon whose never worked for a paper, is an ugly lesbian who’s shaved her own skull because she says she’s a feminist Nazi?! I surpassed every-one in-their hard work, and my family is still trying to throw me out on the street because I’m lazy. Imagine that you found-out that hard work counts for nothing, and you were never go’n’ta’ be treated as a human being no matter how hard you work.
If yer family was go’nn’a’ call you fat, and lazy, even if ya lost 40 pounds for 25 years. If people don’t want to be my friend nor life-partner after all-of the exercise, and diet, jobs I’ve worked on, then no-body will treat me as a human being. Now I realize, all of the times I’ve been a good person, and let people contradict every thing I say, I should’ve kicked them in the face. I cannot stand people being mean to me.
I cannot! I cannot stand meanness; I cannot! Every time they contradicted me, said two plus two’s five I shouldn’t’ve worked hard at what they said to do. Obviously, you are a writer or even mayhap a real editor whom wants ta’ pretend I am selling ‘zine subscriptions over phone.
You want to criticize my sale technique as though if I listen, and I change you’ll buy some subscriptions, and then criticize me one last time to get the last word. You will then hang up, and get your last nine days’ chuckles in. Well, no sale. What some sort of a grand bastard are you to go around in your free-time as a hobby, acting like you’re in the movie Swimming with Sharks telling me to call trolls who string along lines of dirty words, and refuse to give me constructive criticism by their formal name like I’m not writing a form-letter.
Simply because I enjoy Bradbury stories I’m not go’n’ t’ be happy if I know him. Everybody feels sad, feels mad, and feels like every thing they do is a mistake sometimes. Those are human feelings, and we are human. Rich stars will not help your career just because you feel you should be famous.
Every-body feels like they are entitled to be famous. I really don’t care if I meet a star because enough persons bother stars, in order to help their career. I have learned that life is work, and I refuse to wait around for a rich, famous person to come save me from my horrible life of being a nerd. Do y’think that every body whom reviews me happens to be Stephen King’s millionaire agent, smoking Havana cigars, eating caviar behind a computer?
Do ya’ think a millionaire is going to brandish-up his treasure chest in his hand, open the lid, and shove the chest through the computer terminal into my room?!

To Drazno:
That won’t fly? Why wouldn’t it fly? Anyway, I put it in a wind-tunnel, and sculpted the chassis, fixed the wings, so I guess it will fly, won’t it?! That reminds me of an episode of The Simpsons when some one like Judge Judy said to the father in court something such as, “You can’t just pee on my leg, and tell me it’s raining.”
Homer said in reply, I couldn’t pee on your leg, and tell you it’s raining? I thought I was allowed to pee on your leg! I’m sorry I peed on your leg. I didn’t know it was frowned upon to pee on your leg in court.
Chief Wiggum then replied, “ Yeah Homer, quit telling the judge that it’s raining, and peeing on her.” I am not making excuses; I am apologizing for my mistakes, and promising I’ll change. You had better learn to apologize at work when you’re right because as Mommy told you as you were a kid, life isn’t fair. This is the reason Mommy told you that.
Your next job is working in a restaurant, poisoning the food, and causing an epidemic.
If your supervisor says to put snot in the pizza when you are sick with cold, then you blow snot into the pizza, lazy fuck!
Remember, if you call the health inspectors and ask them if you have to poison the food, they might yell, scream that you have to listen to your boss and that you are lazy.
If your boss tells you to put filler into pizza dough, like fingernail polish, you fucking put nail polish into the pizza, lazy shit fuck!
If you leave a message at the corporate headquarters, they will not care!
There’s no whining at work about how you’re the only one working every body’s shifts while everybody talks in the back-room. If you want a raise in your suck-Y office job, take the advice from the guys who write books about succeeding in business and take up the responsibilities of the people you work with, then and only then will the supervisor give you a raise. They’ll give drug addicts illegal diplomas while talking shit about how you have no clout when you have the sheepskin to be a teacher.
If a drug kingpin comes into your room passing out on P.C.P. and telling you that if you come to work tomorrow that he will kill your sweet mommy and your 7-year-old nephew and your sisters, don’t quit because you can get three days pay if you risk your family’s lives, besides, it’s lazy if you quit. My gun moll brother gives ten-year old kids I talk to in the neighborhood PCP, tells them to go to my classroom I am a teacher of, tells them to threaten my sisters and nephews life if I come to work tomorrow!
I hav’ta’ go to Tae Kwon Do in order to fit in at work and a drug lord stands at the back of dojo! The Drug Kingpin has his toady stand by the back of the line I stand in and screams to the drug lord every-thing I do! The grunt screams & yells at the drug lord, “He’s counting off the number two! He’s cracking his knuckles again! Hay, hay, The Fag is in the bathroom taking a shit!” The instructor will not do nothing due to the fact the teacher buys drugs from the drug lord! So get off my ass, faggot!
If you ask your supervisor to call the cops as there was a P.C.P. addicted kingpin asking paralyzed boys out and further-more passing out in your own classroom, your supervisor’ll tell you “At least I can understand what he is doing. I cannot under-stand what you do”.
You’ll be fired as a child molester because the P.C.P. addict will say you are molesting kids at the school.
He might repeatedly call your house and blame you for the police asking about his molesting kids as if it were your fault the kingpin molested paralyzed kids, but at least you’ll know that you are a hard worker.
Your brother and your sweet Mommy’ll yell at you for calling the cops.
Tell the police officer coming to your house that you are the one that molests paralyzed kids; lie to a police officer.
The only way you can get enough sleep to go to your new job is to call the main office of Silicon Valley’s schools and tell the boss you are the one whom molested the paralyzed kids at your school.
If you are lucky, those drug kingpins might blackout all the threats he made and not kill your family like my family for a while. You’ll be working with faggot child-molesters, your bosses will be alcoholics, fag child-molesters, drug-lords looking for a cover molesting paralyzed kids in the buildings. You have to be up for work at one o’clock while Mommy yells and screams at you that you are stupid to work hard. Your sisters and brother will still say you are lazy, though.
That’s the price of being a true hard worker, fucking lazy fagot.
No, you’ll believe that your sisters, friend and brothers know of which they speak when they keep telling you do more stuff and they’ll let you have a girlfriend.
You could be fired for calling your boss, Pete, because that German person decided at a split-second that he only likes to be called his full first name, so, you’re fired the first time you talk to him.
The only thing you called him the first time you talked to him was, “Hi, Pete.” If people come to work smoking pot, people don’t care! The boss could and will fire you for telling the president of the company that the boss is smoking Pot at work. The president of the company will still promote your boss to president of the company regardless.
Your boss will keep his job, of course. They will not allow you a break for working 12 hours, and scream at you for taking a bathroom break when the car garage computer is opening the car garage, and you’re asking the boss for help.
Your boss can come to work with a car radio he just stole, drinking Scope dripping out of the supervisor’s mouth, smiling maniacally saying, I’m happy. You will hide the radio from the police.
You have to pay for your boss’s gas money when supervisor goes to fuck women at the beach, he will laugh, and point while the said giving of gas money. If your super visor sees you coming back from going to the restroom, she can tell you that was a lunch break, and legally in a legal court it counts as mid-day break time. Boss will never pay you back. If you’re disabled, then you are fired!
You will not be paid for working, they’ll disavow how you’d got a promotion.
If you see stars like I have, for not having a food break for 12 hours, just roll with it. You had better wear degrading adult diapers, because you’re not allowed to take bathroom breaks nor eat for 12 hours a day!
If your supervisor is an alcoholic that wants phone-sex in the his boss’s office, and doesn’t want to take restroom breaks he can piss in a Big Gulp cup in the hall, and leave it there! Oh well. When you go to court on your birthday to get your money the Judge will ask the supervisor, “did you look for the files that have proof he worked those days”? the supervisor will say I looked, and I couldn’t find them! You will not be allowed to ask questions, nor will the attorney.
The boss can call you up on your day off, and yell, scream you were peeing in the cup!
Your boss doesn’t remember if he pissed in the hall, or not! The boss can ask that person above you if he peed in the Big Gulp cup; that supervisor can say that person above you doesn’t remember pee-ING in that cup!
Your boss can scream at you when that boss knows the person who is your super-visor pee-ed in the Big Gulp cup!
That is because you’re the lowest man on the ladder, and your boss was told the boss was supposed to blame every-thing on you!
That’s the only way she could take-out-every-thing the boss’s boss takes out on her out on some one!
That’s the way the world has to be!
Have you ever run all over your downtown nine hours a day during heat waves ten miles to 12 parking lots, and wrote down every license plate in those lots?!
Have you been ever forbidden to drink water for nine hours?! Have you drank a large slush from 7/11 at the day’s end, and still be thirsty?! Have you ever drank two large Slurpees?! Your boss was told to complain about what a shxtty job you do, even if you are doing the right thing!
When your boss got her first job, your boss was taken aside, and told how the world really was!
She was told Niggers, Mexicans, Gooks, Wops, Kikes, Micks, and Cripples are not easy on the eyes, and were ugly visually. I have never had any friends! I am worse than any Nigger due to the simple fact I am a Sand Monkey, a Wet Back, a Wop, Spanish, a Hungy, Ruskie, Mick, Aussie, Yaqui, Corancua, Native American, Roman, a Towel Head, East Indian, Kike, and a Gimp!
Your boss was told to only hire Porch Monkeys when affirmative action said to, not a second more spent on their integration that they have happening in the workplace! She was told to not hire any Niggers of that kind unless the supervisor had to! I never had a real girlfriend.
If the restaurant is robbed, the boss will tell you to count every penny in the register when there’s a line all the way to the back of the restaurant, and will tell you to give the robber 100 dollars of food, and money, and it all comes outa’ your pay!
You’re fired if you don’t!
Your boss can then walk behind you like a Nazi general, saying, “The main office is goin’ to be here aaany second, and you’re going to be fi-rrrr-r-ed! Try haa-a-r-DER!”!
She can do this for months.
She was told to scream at you to go faster, and faster faster, faster until you have a nervous breakdown within six months!
You need to stop watching Transformer Saturday morning cartoons, to get a real-life, Dranzno.
When Smith got married, he stopped writing about potty humor Jay, and Silent Bob shit, comic book shit.
He began writing about marriage, and having a child, dumb-

To Drazno:
That won’t fly? Why wouldn’t it fly? Anyway, I put it in a wind-tunnel, and sculpted the chassis, fixed the wings, so I guess it will fly, won’t it?! That reminds me of an episode of The Simpsons when some one like Judge Judy said to the father in court something such as, “You can’t just pee on my leg, and tell me it’s raining.”
Homer said in reply, I couldn’t pee on your leg, and tell you it’s raining? I thought I was allowed to pee on your leg! I’m sorry I peed on your leg. I didn’t know it was frowned upon to pee on your leg in court.
Chief Wiggum then replied, “ Yeah Homer, quit telling the judge that it’s raining, and peeing on her.” I am not making excuses; I am apologizing for my mistakes, and promising I’ll change. You had better learn to apologize at work when you’re right because as Mommy told you as you were a kid, life isn’t fair. This is the reason Mommy told you that.
Your next job is working in a restaurant, poisoning the food, and causing an epidemic.
If your supervisor says to put snot in the pizza when you are sick with cold, then you blow snot into the pizza, lazy fuck!
Remember, if you call the health inspectors and ask them if you have to poison the food, they might yell, scream that you have to listen to your boss and that you are lazy.
If your boss tells you to put filler into pizza dough, like fingernail polish, you fucking put nail polish into the pizza, lazy shit fuck!
If you leave a message at the corporate headquarters, they will not care!
There’s no whining at work about how you’re the only one working every body’s shifts while everybody talks in the back-room. If you want a raise in your suck-Y office job, take the advice from the guys who write books about succeeding in business and take up the responsibilities of the people you work with, then and only then will the supervisor give you a raise. They’ll give drug addicts illegal diplomas while talking shit about how you have no clout when you have the sheepskin to be a teacher.
If a drug kingpin comes into your room passing out on P.C.P. and telling you that if you come to work tomorrow that he will kill your sweet mommy and your 7-year-old nephew and your sisters, don’t quit because you can get three days pay if you risk your family’s lives, besides, it’s lazy if you quit. My gun moll brother gives ten-year old kids I talk to in the neighborhood PCP, tells them to go to my classroom I am a teacher of, tells them to threaten my sisters and nephews life if I come to work tomorrow!
I hav’ta’ go to Tae Kwon Do in order to fit in at work and a drug lord stands at the back of dojo! The Drug Kingpin has his toady stand by the back of the line I stand in and screams to the drug lord every-thing I do! The grunt screams & yells at the drug lord, “He’s counting off the number two! He’s cracking his knuckles again! Hay, hay, The Fag is in the bathroom taking a shit!” The instructor will not do nothing due to the fact the teacher buys drugs from the drug lord! So get off my ass, faggot!
If you ask your supervisor to call the cops as there was a P.C.P. addicted kingpin asking paralyzed boys out and further-more passing out in your own classroom, your supervisor’ll tell you “At least I can understand what he is doing. I cannot under-stand what you do”.
You’ll be fired as a child molester because the P.C.P. addict will say you are molesting kids at the school.
He might repeatedly call your house and blame you for the police asking about his molesting kids as if it were your fault the kingpin molested paralyzed kids, but at least you’ll know that you are a hard worker.
Your brother and your sweet Mommy’ll yell at you for calling the cops.
Tell the police officer coming to your house that you are the one that molests paralyzed kids; lie to a police officer.
The only way you can get enough sleep to go to your new job is to call the main office of Silicon Valley’s schools and tell the boss you are the one whom molested the paralyzed kids at your school.
If you are lucky, those drug kingpins might blackout all the threats he made and not kill your family like my family for a while. You’ll be working with faggot child-molesters, your bosses will be alcoholics, fag child-molesters, drug-lords looking for a cover molesting paralyzed kids in the buildings. You have to be up for work at one o’clock while Mommy yells and screams at you that you are stupid to work hard. Your sisters and brother will still say you are lazy, though.
That’s the price of being a true hard worker, fucking lazy fagot.
No, you’ll believe that your sisters, friend and brothers know of which they speak when they keep telling you do more stuff and they’ll let you have a girlfriend.
You could be fired for calling your boss, Pete, because that German person decided at a split-second that he only likes to be called his full first name, so, you’re fired the first time you talk to him.
The only thing you called him the first time you talked to him was, “Hi, Pete.” If people come to work smoking pot, people don’t care! The boss could and will fire you for telling the president of the company that the boss is smoking Pot at work. The president of the company will still promote your boss to president of the company regardless.
Your boss will keep his job, of course. They will not allow you a break for working 12 hours, and scream at you for taking a bathroom break when the car garage computer is opening the car garage, and you’re asking the boss for help.
Your boss can come to work with a car radio he just stole, drinking Scope dripping out of the supervisor’s mouth, smiling maniacally saying, I’m happy. You will hide the radio from the police.
You have to pay for your boss’s gas money when supervisor goes to fuck women at the beach, he will laugh, and point while the said giving of gas money. If your super visor sees you coming back from going to the restroom, she can tell you that was a lunch break, and legally in a legal court it counts as mid-day break time. Boss will never pay you back. If you’re disabled, then you are fired!
You will not be paid for working, they’ll disavow how you’d got a promotion.
If you see stars like I have, for not having a food break for 12 hours, just roll with it. You had better wear degrading adult diapers, because you’re not allowed to take bathroom breaks nor eat for 12 hours a day!
If your supervisor is an alcoholic that wants phone-sex in the his boss’s office, and doesn’t want to take restroom breaks he can piss in a Big Gulp cup in the hall, and leave it there! Oh well. When you go to court on your birthday to get your money the Judge will ask the supervisor, “did you look for the files that have proof he worked those days”? the supervisor will say I looked, and I couldn’t find them! You will not be allowed to ask questions, nor will the attorney.
The boss can call you up on your day off, and yell, scream you were peeing in the cup!
Your boss doesn’t remember if he pissed in the hall, or not! The boss can ask that person above you if he peed in the Big Gulp cup; that supervisor can say that person above you doesn’t remember pee-ING in that cup!
Your boss can scream at you when that boss knows the person who is your super-visor pee-ed in the Big Gulp cup!
That is because you’re the lowest man on the ladder, and your boss was told the boss was supposed to blame every-thing on you!
That’s the only way she could take-out-every-thing the boss’s boss takes out on her out on some one!
That’s the way the world has to be!
Have you ever run all over your downtown nine hours a day during heat waves ten miles to 12 parking lots, and wrote down every license plate in those lots?!
Have you been ever forbidden to drink water for nine hours?! Have you drank a large slush from 7/11 at the day’s end, and still be thirsty?! Have you ever drank two large Slurpees?! Your boss was told to complain about what a shxtty job you do, even if you are doing the right thing!
When your boss got her first job, your boss was taken aside, and told how the world really was!
She was told Niggers, Mexicans, Gooks, Wops, Kikes, Micks, and Cripples are not easy on the eyes, and were ugly visually. I have never had any friends! I am worse than any Nigger due to the simple fact I am a Sand Monkey, a Wet Back, a Wop, Spanish, a Hungy, Ruskie, Mick, Aussie, Yaqui, Corancua, Native American, Roman, a Towel Head, East Indian, Kike, and a Gimp!
Your boss was told to only hire Porch Monkeys when affirmative action said to, not a second more spent on their integration that they have happening in the workplace! She was told to not hire any Niggers of that kind unless the supervisor had to! I never had a real girlfriend.
If the restaurant is robbed, the boss will tell you to count every penny in the register when there’s a line all the way to the back of the restaurant, and will tell you to give the robber 100 dollars of food, and money, and it all comes outa’ your pay!
You’re fired if you don’t!
Your boss can then walk behind you like a Nazi general, saying, “The main office is goin’ to be here aaany second, and you’re going to be fi-rrrr-r-ed! Try haa-a-r-DER!”!
She can do this for months.
She was told to scream at you to go faster, and faster faster, faster until you have a nervous breakdown within six months!
You need to stop watching Transformer Saturday morning cartoons, to get a real-life, Dranzno.
When Smith got married, he stopped writing about potty humor Jay, and Silent Bob shit, comic book shit.
He began writing about marriage, and having a child, dumb-shi