Male pattern mullet, party in the back bald in the front.

Like I said on facebook, whoever cleaned that glass needs a raise.

I reported that crap to somebody, got on my nerves real quick.

Freaking miss that show!

Some people still do that and the resulting brain damage leads them to get into politics.

Period blood all over, turds shaped into balls, a row of sinks normally held into concrete but steel pipes up rooted! A head shaped hole into a tile covered wall. Crap stomped into a floor drain and same room flooded. Could go on, only gets worse though.

Screw everybody. Piss them all off. (I'm joking here) why are people so easily offended anyhow?

Yeah pretty much the only things I have start-up enabled are my temp monitoring program and vpn.

Is this really a thing? Don't they realize that *if* anything of consequence exists at A51 its either going to be underground or that place is just a cover site to distract from the real location.

Crazy uncle tried to perform surgery on me at 7 years old. Suicide attempt at 8 (two months after the uncle incident) had another Uncle (whom I really liked) drop dead in front of me when I was ten. My childhood sucked.

You need an electrician.

Better that than overpriced crappy ceiling tiles put up completely wrong (and currently dropping down) by a drunken shit stain of a half human moron the same said moron who built a brick chimney from scratch but left one side of the smokestack open into the rafters of a wood frame house. Whom also built steps with a cement pad landing in the middle only supported on two sides by anything at all. Just a thought, textured ceilings are better than dodging falling tile. I want to beat said moron with a pipe and bury him in the rubble of what I'm stuck trying to repair!

Pure shit regardless.

I dealt with a Karen at 2:30 this morning, wanted beer after hours and tried to give me an expired coupon for a pack of cigarettes. She got turned down flat for both and asked for the manager (plot twist... It's me!) I said 'fine' walked into my office and back out again, I had my manager badge on the whole time anyway so she had to have known what was going to go down. I told her to get out I was in zero mood for bullshit.

When the headless horseman finds his head.

Thanks for the headache/ seizure.