Kids

Today was take your little kneebiter to work day. I don't hate kids... that is, when they're far and unseen and unheard. But, yeah, at least three employees told their kids to go find something to do and were running around the floor playing hide and seek.

Nice way to thrust your responsibilities on the community, Bitchy McBitch.

I guess I brought my kids to work, too. Well, half kids. I got a couple million of them in my balls. Maybe. There was some rumblings growing up and I might be sterile, but I always treated it as: if they don't get a sample, how can they know?

Thankfully, though, I brought my Braterang on my utility belt and killed them all.

Anyway, I GOT PAID! YAY! And... wow, they took a metric fuckton of money out. How big is a metric fuckton? How about $600? Is that metric fuckton enough? At this rate it'll be about $14,400 in withholdings for the year. FOURTEEN GRAND, yo! Ah well. What'cha gonna do? Become an anarchist and blow up shit? But my favorite TV show is on... :P

Anyway, that's it. Peace, niggas and niggettes. I'm allowed to say it. I just don't care anyway.