By Tom H. Brooks 3
Alright, I`m finished forever with that nightmare job. I ALMOST killed a few people, but I didn`t, so I won`t be spending any time in a Japanese prison. This one BITCH surprised me with English when she said,
“I`m not satisfied with that ice cream; it`s all crooked. It needs more `structure.` ” I could barely believe my ears. I said, “Are you serious? Do you know how difficult it is to get this right?!? AND I had a
whole HOUR of training!”
She replies, “No really, I want another one.” So, I had the girl I was working with do it. MUCH better than mine. The bitch looks at it and says with a snobbish air, “THAT`S more like it.” And I said, “Well,
I gotta be honest with you, I`m not gonna lose any sleep over it. I never promised you a rose garden.” And then I walked away into the depths of the restaurant and left her looking like a deer in the headlights.
She just couldn`t believe I was so sarcastic. BUT I AM. `See you in hell,` I thought to myself as I laughed hysterically in a quiet corner. I would rather wash cum-stained sheets in a Bangkok whorehouse.
I would rather clean the shitters at a homeless mission on the Bowery. I would rather have my eyes forced open like A Clockwork Orange and forced to watch 6 hours of J-Pop videos and retarded Japanese television.
I would rather walk across the Sahara desert with the smallest available bottle of Evian water. I would rather sleep on a bed of nails with a fat woman sitting on my face. I will see that woman in hell and I will stick the point of the cone of that ice cream in her eye…and TWIST….HYAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!
(SOMEBODY was a little bitter here, eh?…)