At work today, they asked me why I'm not wearing anything green.
I said that I'm not wearing green because I don't give a shit about St Patrick's day, and I don't have any green clothes.
Furthermore, St Patrick's day is a Irish catholic holiday, I am only partly Irish, and I'm not catholic.
And you might want to back away because I'm from a big city with 300 murders a year and my experience with St Patrick's day, is as bad as any experience I have had with big cities with high murder rates.. I beat the fucking shit out of your Carrot top, Cat lick buddies up in Philly, and I'll beat the fucking shit out you next.
And I shoved him clear across the room so hard that the soda machine got flipped over when he crashed into it.
That was the first, and the last time I was questioned about my clothing today.
I'm suspended tomorrow over what I did to him
Shoulda been fired you halfwit fuck...
But then again, your whole story is a lie.
He recycles the same trashy novel plot over and over.
Funny thing is, this one starts out "at work today", while his last one a week ago described how he got fired.
Oops. It always comes back to bite 'em in the ass.