Dear A-Hole:
Annoyed, annoyed, annoyed, and then just flat out pissed off. No, strike that—double-I want to stick your head so far up your ass that something in your tiny little bureaucratic world might actually make sense viewed through your intestines pissed off.
I’ve worked for the bulk of my life for large institutions and corporations. The bureaucracy doesn’t normally get to me. But, when I run into such blatant head up your assness over the course of several hours and which ends up involving several people who have so way more better things to do as I did today, then it’s time, my fatuous, f*tard, bureaucratic friend, for you to step off before you infect anyone with your miserable, myopic, muddled middle-management incompetence.
Love,
Hahn at Home
cc: God’s Ear, My Ass, and my favorite SPAMMER who now has your e-mail address (hey, pay attention to those penile enhancement e-mails, okay?)
Posterity will never survey a nobler grave than this: here lie the bones of Castlereagh: stop, traveler, and piss. ~ Lord Byron
Published on: Nov 9, 2006
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