Tears for a dead foreskin

I just had a bowl of boiled, crushed endosperm, bovine secretion and tree sap.
 
When I wander around at work I correct peoples' grammer in my head. Me not I you fucking moron. I envison myself grabbing them by the collar, throwing them to the ground and banging their head against the floor. It's not that I care about grammer specifically, just do "it" correctly. There are fucking rules.
 
Denny

We are what we eat. It donnt hardly mattur how we speek or rite. It's what cums from our hearts thetz reelly immpotent. :rolleyes:
 
When I wander around at work I correct peoples' grammer in my head. Me not I you fucking moron. I envison myself grabbing them by the collar, throwing them to the ground and banging their head against the floor. It's not that I care about grammer specifically, just do "it" correctly. There are fucking rules.

Stress balls. Squeeze, relax. Don't throttle your coworkers.
 
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