goddamn goddamn- elegy for a fry cook

ive been meaning to post this one for several days now. for those of you who may be familiar with the staff of miss katies sidebaord, i am hereby reporting the sad news of the passing of old brother kevin jones, the coolest dude i ever met who had neither of his two front teeth. carlson, i insist you drink a beer in his memory; on second thought, make it a malt liquor. i blame this whole thing on the totally fucked up management at that place, the fucking pinkos who insisted on firing everyone with one iota about what the fuck they were doing. kary tells me jeff will be totally fucked at the end of the year when it comes time to do inventory, which would be beautiful. that guy deserves the shitstorm that should rain down upon him soon. i only hope that that scott cocksucker goes down underneath a mountain of shit as well. anyhow, this post has strayed from its original intent, and we shall end with a moment of silence.











farewell, and a fond middle finger pointed in your direction. goddamn goddamn.