- ATTENTION: ROBOTIC-VOICED-CAFETERIA-CASHIER INFIDEL
Though I suspect you're from some obscure Eastern European nation, that is no valid excuse for your robotic monotone. If you hate your fucking job that much, then fucking QUIT NOW and find suitable employment. Knock that shit off, or I will torment you for the next 11 months. - ATTENTION: FUGLY-BLACK-CHICK-SITTING-AT-OUR -BREAKFAST-TABLE INFIDEL
Looky here, woman, I don't give a shit if you get a fucking discount for your your kids' shoes from all of the merchants at the mall, where your "wife" works, but DO NOT continue to say the phrase "my wife" 19 fucking times in rapid sequence. WE ARE NOT IMPRESSED. FIND OTHER MORNING CHATTER.
If you are doing this for some kind of "shock value", be advised that the only shocking (pink) bit to this is the fact that you are so God-damned ugly, that the thought of you licking carpet, or some other licking yours, while I'm trying to knock down my Cheerios before class, is so fucking WRONG that I threw up a little in my mouth. Thanks for fucking up by breakfast, you ugly, militant bitch. - ATTENTION: INSTRUCTOR INFIDEL
We have been in your course for 3 fucking days. We have not memorized the textbook that, apparently, you wrote. When you junp around the fucking thing like you're Dorothy Fucking Hamill, TELL US WHAT FUCKING PAGE YOU ARE READING. - ATTENTION: MOUTHY-GANGSTER-BITCHES-IN-ROW 2
We DO NOT want to hear about your Traffic Citation Incident while the instructor is explaining new material. Shut The Fuck Up K?THNX. - ATTENTION: LOUD-AZN-POWA-CHICKS-IN-SEATS B3 & C3
HEY! LET'S NOT COMPARE AND/OR CONTRAST THE PAIN LEVELS INCURRED BY MENSTRUAL CRAMPING AND OBSTETRIC LABOR, PARTICULARLY 5 MINUTES BEFORE OUR SCHEDULED LUNCH. YES, YOU HAVE LOOSE AND SLOPPY VAGOOS, CAUSE BY SQUEEZING OUT SOME MORE ESL STUDENTS, IN SPITE OF YOUR TEENY, TINY LITTLE AZN BODIES. WE. GET. IT. OUCH. NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP. - ATTENTION: NEANDERTHAL-CHICK-AT-MY-CAFETERIA-TABLE-DURING LUNCH INFIDEL
Hey, I sat there, because I'm trying to be nice to you kids on Campus, but I want you to try lifting your PAINFULLY HEAVY sandwich TO YOUR MOUTH, instead of lowering your jaw directly to the plate. You eat like you were a fucking beast from the fields. Yes, I get on my son for this shit, but if I see you doing this tomorrow, I'll spill hot coffee on you. Accidentally. - ATTENTION: SPOILED-FILIPINA-BRAT-SITTING-TOO-CLOSELY-TO-ME INFIDEL
YES, your Daddy is a bum, Baby, and I'm crying on the inside that he bailed on you and your Mommy and went back to the safety of the Philippines, but I'm starting to understand why he did it!
I'm sure your Mommy's not out sucking off sailors to pay for your tuition, and I'm sure that second job at Starbucks will cover your books and supplies, so SHUT THE FUCK UP and move your fucking counterfeit Gucci bag away from my chair wheels, or I WILL FUCKING RUN OVER IT. If you are 2 days late for the course, YOU. GET. NOTHING. GOOD DAY! - ATTENTION: WOMAN-IN-E3-MAKING-GOOGLY-EYES INFIDEL
KNOCK THAT SHIT OFF. SERIOUSLY. NOT INTERESTED. - ATTENTION: KOREAN-PROPRIETOR-OF-GHORM'S INFIDEL
LISTEN UP, BITCH-- I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK IF REFRIGERATORS ARE FUCKING OPTIONAL BACK HOME IN KOREA, BUT IN THE OLD RED, WHITE AND BLUE, WHEN ONE DOLES OUT DIP CUPS OF TARTAR SAUCE (A MAYONNAISE-BASED FOOD, BTW) ONE PUTS THE MOTHERFUCKERS IN THE FUCKING COOLER AND DOES NOT STACK THEM IN AN EVER-SO-GEOMETRICALLY-PLEASING ARRAY ON THE COUNTER-TOP.
ALSO, do NOT tell me that "some people like warm Tartar sauce" when I point out your fucking HEALTH CODE VIOLATION. FUCK. YOU.
If the shit's still out on the counter tomorrow, I will personally escort a Health Inspector to your fucking joint and LAUGH HEARTILY as he/she writes a giant fucking citation for you. DON'T WANT TO CATCH THE "YELLOW PERIL" FROM YOUR FILTH. K?THNX. - ATTENTION: TARGET-EMPLOYEE-MINIMUM-WAGE-EARNING INFIDELS
The ONLY correct response to my comment of "There's something spilled on the floor, by the greeting cards" is YES, SIR! We'll get that safety hazard rectified immediately, before that old lady busts her hip on our cold, hard and glossy floor."
I HAVE YOUR MANAGER ON SPEED-DIAL, BITCHES, SO FUCK OFF AND DIE.
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