People seem to think that if they just string together random words, whatever they are looking for is going to suddenly spring into existence as if by some sort of magical retard magic. Which is of course, as magical as it is retarded.
"Listen to me Dip-SHIT," (is what I say in my head to them) "There are no motherfucking PAPER SPOONS, and you cannot make CLEAR tinfoil, it's fucking ALUMINUM, which is not CLEAR." And then in my head I smash their stupid smarmy faces in, before beating them to death with a box full of whatever it is they actually wanted but were too stupid to know what the fuck it was called.
I'm going to start telling people, "Oh yeah, that's in aisle seven. The aisle of shit that doesn't exist."
"Listen to me Dip-SHIT," (is what I say in my head to them) "There are no motherfucking PAPER SPOONS, and you cannot make CLEAR tinfoil, it's fucking ALUMINUM, which is not CLEAR." And then in my head I smash their stupid smarmy faces in, before beating them to death with a box full of whatever it is they actually wanted but were too stupid to know what the fuck it was called.
I'm going to start telling people, "Oh yeah, that's in aisle seven. The aisle of shit that doesn't exist."
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