Girl Scout cookies are in!!! As of 3pm, I've only eaten about fourteen boxes of Thin Mints and six Samoans. And I'll need to put on a bathing suit when? Ugghhh...
I'm just glad I'm not one of these poor fucks being put out to pasture by the Boston Globe who first have to train their replacements before they can get it properly up the ass... their replacements over there in... Bangalore. I swear I am not making this up.
And they're going to lie down and take that shit?!!! Go home and look someone in the eye and tell 'em what they just did for a severance package? At what point do you get so dependent on milk from the shriveled corporate tit that you can't yell "Fuck You" when you obviously need to, suck it up and go get a job at Barnes and Noble, for chrissake?
Just be sure to alert the media before the Boston Globe door knocks you senseless on your way out.