Troy's Rants and Ravings

Ok, you stupid Poofty Bastards*!!!

Why is it I am never listened to?

I am not speaking of my various off-spring (who are genetically engineered to not listen to the rantings of their fraternal provider of their gene sequence until overwhelmed by the imbecilic behavior of their OWN progeny…). Rather I am speaking to those who have fallen under the spell (lies) of a renowned POS.

I warned you damned poofty bastards to get out your stainless steel underwear and no one listened to me!!!

If fact one of the victims, who asked to remain anonymous, told me “I have basically read your entire site and for the most part have been most amused…by your writings… There is the occasional difference that anyone might have but for the most part very, very entertaining.” Italics added by me to show the outrageous lack of understanding that this was not a “eh-hmm, excuse me, sir, but you may wish to consider your ass a target…” but more like:

INCOMING!!!!!!!!

TAKE COVER!!!!

RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!

CALL FOR REINFORCEMENTS!!!THEY GOT US OUT-NUMBERED: 1 to 1

RETREAT!!!

Look guys, when I write down the fact that “You WILL eventually be stabbed in the back”, I BY-GAWD know what I am talking about because I have generally been a victim of this type of employment foul play!!!! As the above victim notes: “I have basically read your entire site…” and yet he failed to see what was happening, the EVIL that lurks among us, disguised as a rolly polly, stupid, conniving bastard…until it was too late!!!

And yet another victims falls to the ‘ol “knife in the back trick” as exercised by our favorite cretin.

Time out for this Commercial Announcement:

“Scott has clean clothes, fresh water, good food.

What he doesn’t have is back armor and coat tails to ride anymore…

Scott works in a dealership with fewer technicians than before.

He needs YOUR help!!

With your help Scott will not have frayed coat tails from being ridden until they are frayed and ragged. With your help, Scott can have “friends” around him that will not climb on his back and stand on his shoulders until he sinks into the morass, while they jump clear and take over for him. With your help he will no longer have the sharp knives of rolly polly cretins, calling themselves friends, slide between his ribs. With your help he will not go off-roading in new vehicles that tip over in the rocks. (Okay, that last one did go too far…sorry)

With your help Scott can have friends, good technicians, a good CSI score and people around who will not lie cheat and steal at his expense. With your help he will learn to drive off-road (oops again, sorry!!).

For just a few flat rate hours a day, you can help Scott undo the damage.

Won’t you help?

WON’T YOU PLEASE HELP????!!!!”

Now back to our regularly scheduled ranting:

Beware the “friends” your choose to help. They smile in your face and lie behind your back. They saddle you up and ride you hard until you drop, then find new “friends” to ride.

This will be the last time I warn you poofty bastards. If you haven’t learned by now, there is nothing I can say to help you anymore.

* And NO!!! Poofty Bastards is not the name of my new band… Honestly, it just sounds, uh, too Paul Anka-ish to me…

Troy Gawd, I hate people!!!, Work