Dear Neighbor with the Constantly Barking Dog,
It is bad enough during the day, but must your dog bark like a fucktard at six in the morning? No, I'm not mad at the dog, I am mad at you for not teaching him to shut the fuck up.
|LET ME SING YOU THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE!|
Why are you always backing up your trucks? Is that their constant state of being? The beeping never fucking stops. FUCKING STOP IT.
|"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"|
"Shut the fuck up, Jerry."
Why do you block my driveway for ten fucking minutes while I am trying to leave for work? This is not productive.
|"Um...Oh! I know! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!...Fuck, this is stupid."|
Remember that time you tried to back up over my car even though I was clearly behind you and made sure to maintain correct distance from your vehicle specifically so you would be able to see me? I remember.
There are only 3 lanes to choose from. Pick one, don't dart back and forth screwing everyone else up. Asshole.
|PICK ONE, MOTHERFUCKER.|
If you can't even do the speed limit, why the hell are you in the fast lane? I've got places to be. It's like you WANT me to hate you.
|Come on...3 MPH more and you'll be going the speed limit. You can do it.|
I regret to inform you that you park like an asshole. Next time you park, think to yourself,"Am I being an asshole?" before exiting your vehicle.
|"Congrats, fucker! Now you need a bottle of lube to squeeze into your car!"|
I am not IT support. I don't know why the Mac you HAD to have is frozen. Perhaps it has something to do with the 140 applications you have open that are all trying to run complex tasks simultaneously. And no, you can't send a 5 GB file to me via regular email.
|Oh damn. Not the spinning rainbow pinwheel of death!|
Why did you send me that 5 GB file when I just told you not to? Your file is not a special snowflake. There are NO exceptions to the 10 MB limit rule we have in place. Now you have locked up my email. WHY DO YOU DO THIS?
|GOD. FUCKING. DAMMIT.|
I don't know who you are or why you leave all of your printouts on my printer and never pick them up, but the bigger question is: Why are you specifically using my color copier to copy and print black and white pages of text when we literally have 30 other black and white printers in the building?
|I will find you and I will bury your office in all the prints you have left on my machine.|
You scare me on a deep level. I don't want you to go on a rampage, but please understand that I don't have time to Photoshop you into a picture of the Patriots winning the Super Bowl, the Red Sox winning the World Series, or the Bruins winning the Stanley Cup. Also, you might want to calm down when your team loses, otherwise I am pretty sure that throbby vein in your forehead is going to become its own sentient being, and just be filled with rage.
|SPORTS! ALL THE SPORTS!|
Please don't walk around in just your tiny spandex shorts. You have scarred the janitor and I for life. The janitor has said that he has even caught you walking around naked. Please, no. He came here from Brazil for a better life, man. Not to see your white ass traipsing around all balls-a-floppin'. There is not enough brain bleach in the world for that. It may be after normal work hours, but some people in the office work late and the attached factory is 24 hours. Think of your coworkers.
Thank you for your cooperation. <3 Me