Last 3 days of my current job then Im gone!

Its really exciting and yet scary all at the same time. Only 3 more days to go...3 more days of fucking bullshit!!

I hate the posh stuck up mother fuckers that shop at my current work. They think just because I am currently cleaning their toilets that they are somehow better than me. The sick fucks leave period blood on the fucking toilet seat.

Old stuck up silver spoon in their mouth fuckers... for example.

Old Fucker: oh are you cleaning?(ignores sign on fucking door)

Me: Yes...didn't you see the sign?

Old Fucker: No...how long will you be?

Me: about 5 minutes

Old Fucker: that long!!?? well why dont you let me come in and use the toilets and you can finish cleaning afterwards!!

Me: I cant, Id have to start over from scratch and I finish work in 10 minutes

Old Fucker: Oh for god sake hurry up then!!!(walks away talking to her equally old friend)what a ghastly man!!

Fuck this job! I cant wait to get out of this shit stain of an excuse for a job, true the one im going to isn't much better but the only toilets Ill be cleaning in future are my own...fuck those stuck up bastards..fuck em good!!


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Submitted by chanonnkum on Wed, 08/01/2007 - 02:37.

oh my u have to clean toilets? try a record store or something

Submitted by wageslaveZ on Sat, 08/04/2007 - 01:14.

Freedom at last, congrats. Fuck the pimping sons of plunder!

Tell me you like it
Tell me you like it

You say you've found yourself a new sound
The shit's loaded and ready to go
A bit too much just like the old sound
Already heard it for the hundredth time
One hundred more, all have the same sound
Running around with all the sheep that you know
"It's so sublime, they're breaking new ground"
"They're sure to have another hit this time"

Come on
Can't you just leave it alone?
It doesn't have any soul
Just find a thing of your own
And stop pretending to know

[Chorus:]
As the countless numbers hunger for worldwide renown
All the pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves
All searching for the answers they don't even care to know
Give it to me
Give it to me
You like it?

I'm still surrounded by the "new sound"
I've had enough and I'm ready to go
A strangle-hold throughout the world now
The new obsession will fade in time
A thin reminder of the past now
All convoluted hardly ready to go
Their whines and moans will never last now
I think you've given us our fill this time

Come on
Can't you just leave it alone?
It doesn't have any soul
Just find a thing of your own
And stop pretending to know

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
As it's blown apart, hundreds thrown away
Makes me question just what I believe
Brothers torn apart, mindless drones enslaved
Makes me search for an answer
I don't want to know
It's like a plague from below
Killing all that I know
One hundred voices the same
Drench their sorrow in flame

As the countless numbers hunger for worldwide renown
All the pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves
All searching for the answers they don't even care to know
Give it to me
Give it to me
As the countless numbers hunger for worldwide renown
All the pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves
All searching for the answers they don't even care to know
Give it to me
Give it to me
You like it?
Tell me you like it
Tell me you like it
Tell me you like it
Tell me you like it

(Disturbed: Sons of Plunder)

Submitted by wageslaveZ on Sat, 08/04/2007 - 01:14.

Freedom at last, congrats. Fuck the pimping sons of plunder!

Tell me you like it
Tell me you like it

You say you've found yourself a new sound
The shit's loaded and ready to go
A bit too much just like the old sound
Already heard it for the hundredth time
One hundred more, all have the same sound
Running around with all the sheep that you know
"It's so sublime, they're breaking new ground"
"They're sure to have another hit this time"

Come on
Can't you just leave it alone?
It doesn't have any soul
Just find a thing of your own
And stop pretending to know

[Chorus:]
As the countless numbers hunger for worldwide renown
All the pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves
All searching for the answers they don't even care to know
Give it to me
Give it to me
You like it?

I'm still surrounded by the "new sound"
I've had enough and I'm ready to go
A strangle-hold throughout the world now
The new obsession will fade in time
A thin reminder of the past now
All convoluted hardly ready to go
Their whines and moans will never last now
I think you've given us our fill this time

Come on
Can't you just leave it alone?
It doesn't have any soul
Just find a thing of your own
And stop pretending to know

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
As it's blown apart, hundreds thrown away
Makes me question just what I believe
Brothers torn apart, mindless drones enslaved
Makes me search for an answer
I don't want to know
It's like a plague from below
Killing all that I know
One hundred voices the same
Drench their sorrow in flame

As the countless numbers hunger for worldwide renown
All the pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves
All searching for the answers they don't even care to know
Give it to me
Give it to me
As the countless numbers hunger for worldwide renown
All the pimping sons of plunder will roll up their sleeves
All searching for the answers they don't even care to know
Give it to me
Give it to me
You like it?
Tell me you like it
Tell me you like it
Tell me you like it
Tell me you like it

(Disturbed: Sons of Plunder)