Sub-par Haircut? Prenatal Shanking
Everybody likes to think they are good at their job. Unless you are a disgruntled employee, or an apathetic sponge, you take a certain amount of pride in your work. I would never come down to where you work, and tell you that you are giving less than adequate blowjobs. Not just because your blowjobs are not only better than adequate, but extraordinary, either, but because insulting someone’s work performance is one of the most degrading things you can say. We all have to put food on the table, or meth in the pipe somehow. That Dale Earnhart commemorative plate isn’t going to get itself out of hack, you know.
The only people that really don’t share this sense of pride are bureaucrats, and they get their pride another way; by making it as hard as humanly possible for you to accomplish what you want without physically breaking your legs.
“I understand that you want to fill out a form 221TB. But what you don’t realize is, before you do that, you must fill out a ‘request to file a form’ article. Where would you get that? Oh. From the Forms Master. Who is the Forms Master? I. Am. Call me the Forms Master, and maybe…”
So, insulting someone’s work isn’t cool. Glad we’re all on the same page here. Now while we’re on that page, let’s take a minute to think about the fact that Jovetta Wilson, a hairdresser in the employ of Eve’s Beauty Salon, in New London, CT., stabbed a pregnant customer after she complained about her haircut.
Makes sense, right? I mean, shit. How dare she, right? I doubt the pregnant ‘victim’ here was a professional hairdresser, so what gives her the right to judge the work of a professional? And as far as the whole ‘It’s wrong to stab anybody, much less a pregnant woman good-god-what-are-you-doing-they-have-a-whole-separate-charge-for-that.” nonsense, I say to hell with it. I mean, you go girl! Shit, her neck ain’t pregnant! Am I right?
(I am not ‘right’, Jovetta. I’m fucking with ya! Go to jail, you crazy bitch!)