Phrase Friday #2

Friday phrase this week comes at 3 in the morning, while some of us gather our nescafe blend 37 and others heads lay lifeless on the tables in front of them. At this time of the morning I'm still a good 4 hrs off properly waking up. The working day has just started and it's kicked of with a safety meeting, as always though safety among a bunch of ex/current ice addict divorcee red necks turns into a blame game and in the space of 5 minutes (03:05) there's a heated discussion about who has been stealing whose pies from the pie warmer. Lynn our cleaner (and all around nerdy pussy of the group) points his blame from behind the guard of our supervisor at Billy, the 8 foot 5 inch, biker looking concrete pump controller. If Billy is having a really good day and he's feeling mad happy vibes, he might grunt "fuck off" instead of throwing a apple at you if you try say hi to him. Billy's reply to the allegations and this fridays phrase... at 3 in the morning, straight faced "don't you eye ball me you twerp cleaning fucking faggot, I'll stab your face with a fork" no word of a lie, as Ghandi is my witness that was exactly what was said during a "safety" meeting at 3am monday morning.

So next time you're having a bad day, say a photo you thought was really good only got 15 likes or they put the mayo on your crunchy chicken bowl at the local sushi joint even though you clearly asked the 13 year old girl that works there and should be well on her way to being a professional at her job by now not to put the mayo on. When shit is going that bad, just remember you don't have a mundane job that makes stolen pies that you get given for free dont make you angry enough to want to stab some ones face with a fork (not the easiest utensil to sink through the skin) And think hey maybe I'm doing alright, I don't want to lodge this chop stick into that girls face, all i really want to do is find out why the powers that be keep making girls develop into large breasted porn star looking creatures at such young ages and make me question my moral fibre while im trying to stomach 3 litres of egg and rice vinger whipped together and dropped on my crispy chicken.