Without me here this place is screwed
Y'all don't know half the shit I do
You shoulda understood from the get go
I oughta be runnin' this shithole
P.s, I pissed in the coffee pot
Took a big dump in the parking lot
Hid a dildo in the drawer
Kiss my ass
I'm out the door
I'm off to chase my dreams
Crush more pussy than you've ever seen
I guess what I really mean is
– Hey Wheeler, you're late again.
– Good, this fuckin' job sucked a fuckin' dick anyway.
This nine to five can suck my cock
I'd rather eat shit than punch that clock
Monday through Friday is a hassle
Everybody here is an asshole.
Today's the day I grow some balls
Stop jackin' off in the bathroom stall
And blowin' my load in the sink
And tell 'em what I really think
"3D" — Dirty, Dangerous, Difficult.
— And unless I'm much mistaken your job still pays you rather a lot of money whilst Honey here earns 20 pence a week flogging her guts out in London's worst record store.
— Yes! And I haven't got hair, I've got feathers. And I've got funny goggly eyes and I'm attracted to cruel men. Actually, no one will marry me because my boosies have actually started shrinking.
What I love about working with Charlie is his commitment and dedication to his work. And he is as intellectually artistic as creatively artistic. It’s rare.
When you look at something that you really rather not do, it seems that you activate the areas of your brain associated with pain. Your brain, naturally enough, looks for a way to stop that negative stimulation by switching your attention to something else. But here's the trick. Researchers discovered that not long after people might start actually working out what they didn't like, that neurodiscomfort disappeared.
— How come I get all the shit jobs?
— Because it fits you, Ridzik.
If you're still thinking of a candle set on fire
I spit on you because I'm higher then the highest.
One of the symptoms of approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one’s work is terribly important, and that to take a holiday would bring all kinds of disaster.