I grew up in what some folks might call a rough neighborhood. Beer bottles on the sidewalk, dirt yards, coarse looking characters hanging out on street corners, that kind of thing.
Funny how when you live there everyday you don’t notice how bad it is. Don’t get me wrong. You know it is a bad area. But you just don’t notice it. You don’t notice it because you feel it. All day and all night you are immersed in filth. That filth is all you know. That filth feels like home.
Then one day you leave the old neighborhood behind. You move to a newer neighborhood in the suburbs. The sidewalks are clean and the people are nice. You think, well this is quite a bit better isn’t it?
Then one day you get a wild hair and drive back through the old neighborhood. Just for old time’s sake. The shock of what you see comes quickly. Things that you would have ignored just a short time ago stand out like a sore thumb.
“Holy Jeez, there’s an oily car engine hanging from that tree,” you think.
“Someone left their socks lying in the street,” you notice.
“There is a dead guy in that car,” you shout.
“How in the hell did I ever live in this place” you exclaim.
I know it’s only been a week now, but that’s kind of how I feel looking back at “the company.”
Too bad you didn’t get raped in the “old neighborhood”. You piece of shit. It is people like you that have forced the company to fight its way out of a hole. You are a cancer to the honest, hardworking people of “the Company”.
Note to all you piss-ant, ass kissing lackey’s, you all are as stupid and ugly as the cock-sucking tire shop. I wish all of you nothing but pain and heartache for the rest of your days.
I hope the new tire shop burns to the ground.
“…and what do you want to do to the whole world Ronald?… burn it…burn it all…”
Losers,
Lost in Kansas
Well now you’ve done it. Attack me all you want but you attacked the good readers of this blog who’ve been very kind to me over these last few months. So, without further ado, I must retaliate.
Dear Lost In Kansas,
I can tell from your posts that everyone hates you. But it’s also obvious that you hate yourself. This likely is due to the extreme embarrassment of having a seven inch vestigal tail that protrudes from your buttocks. It’s horrifying, as is your half-head of hair and partially melted baby arm, both of which you received when the fireman left you behind in a burning house when you were a child because they mistook you for a dead cat.
I was thinking that perhaps we’ll meet one day and not know it due to the anonymity of the internet. Weird to think about. Me in the restroom of a fancy restaurant and you there to hand me a towel and spray me with cologne as I walk out. It may be our destiny to meet like that you diseased slug. But for now, why don’t you shuffle down to your mother’s basement and sit on a railroad spike you dirty jackwipe.
Tireshop, I feel sorry for you. Obviously you are a loser. I doubt you have many friends or can find anyone to admit it in public. You sit there and judge a company and its employees and do, or should I say did, nothing to help. I would not be proud of this blog, better yet you better hope the new “Company” doesn’t catch wind of this blog and see what a little piece of shit you are. God forbid they piss you off or don’t do it your way. You may start a blog about them about how inept they are at running a business. Everyone knows it couldn’t be cock-suckers like you that cause a company to crash….or could it.
I finally figured it out why these dip-shits love you show much, it is because they are piece of shit employees just like you. And instead of standing up and fighting back you rats lay down like the whores you are. Well guess what, most whores die of AIDS!!! I hope all of you catch AIDS!!!
Have a nice day!!
Lost in Kansas
Geez Lost In Kansas. Do you French kiss your mother with that mouth? Seriously, reading your comments is like watching a hippopotamus screw a miniature schnauzer. Awkward, embarrassing, and wrought with disaster. I find myself wondering how long it took a Neanderthal like you to write such a comment. A couple of hours at least. Or did you just bang your massive forehead on the keyboard a few times and this happened to be the result?
Maybe you should start your own blog so we can all partake in the goings on of your miserable life. Here is a quick expert from a blog about the life of Lost In Kansas:
“Tuesday – Today was kind of a bad day. First I was late to work. My boss got mad, took me in the quiet room, and told me to assume the position. Then when I was headed to lunch the latch on my Star Wars lunchbox broke and my Capri Sun splattered all over my brand new moon boots. To top it off, tonight after work my Mom caught me masturbating into the basement clothes hamper while wearing my Wonder Twins outfit. What a day.”
P.S. You say most whores die of AIDS. You might be correct here and may I offer my most heartfelt condolences regarding your wife and sisters.
Tireshop – ignore him. He is the reason customer service is so poor at “the company”. I’ve been waiting in line at the store for 2 hours now as he tries to write a response to you.
“Lost” in Kansas, huh? With peons like this guy (or gal) on board, is it any wonder why “the company” cannot find its bearings and move in the right direction?
Grow some claws, “Lost,” before you attempt to fight your way out of that soggy paper bag in which your ex- left you. And, while you’re waiting for ‘em to grow, learn a new vocabulary.
News flash Fan and Dirty, kissing Tireshops ass won’t help you get anywhere. I am sorry but you are destined to remain the same level one piece of shits. You probably read this blog thinking it will help you relate to Tireshop, who no doubt is another ass kissing level one. If any of you rise above that a congrats is in order, because it is sure to be the cleanest ass your eyes will ever see.
No, I must say mediocrecy is something you all must love. Hell it is probably the only thing you all know. And Dirty….you have to come up wth a better name. You imply as if you are a person of qustionable character with that name, when you can’t take a little locker room give and take. What a candy ass, at least now you have something to talk to you pastor about that won’t bore him to death. By the way, when he tells you your wife is going to come home …he is just stringing you along for more donations. The real truth is you can’t satisfy her and those pills you take are a scam.
I figure I can’t leave Fan out or he might start crying. I have heard he is that way. Something about being left of the groups doughnut email. Cried about it for weeks!!! Well a friend told that is what yor wife said. At least that is all he could make of it between the screams. Doughnuts and something about you, no stamina and always crying in her arms afterwards.
Last but not least Tireshop. Have you been raped yet…..hope so.
Sinner
Love,
LIK
You know Lost in Kansas, my sense is we all once were working for “the company”. But now, my guess is you are the only one in this thread still there. And it’s getting to you. It’s wearing you down. You realize changing tires is all you are capable of and you are just know starting to come to that realization. While others have “gone of to college”, you’ll remain until the tireshop places that “out of business” sign on the door and will be forced to look into state and federal aid. Newsflash – from what I’m hearing about the 3rd qtr, that day may be here sooner than you’ll want.
Fan,
Don’t tell me you are one of those on top of being a cry baby. YOU ARE, OMG a “hangers-on”!!! You sit at home and question yourself as to if you made the right decision.
“Should I have left…what if they turn it around? I will look like a boob.(NEWS FLASH YOU ALWAYS HAVE BEEN) What have I done. Let me call Bill to see if he knows anything, he still works there. Maybe he can make me feel better about myself, god knows I can’t do it on my own merit. Merit, that is a funny word….I don’t think I have any of that, or skills for that matter. Bill….hello, save my candy ass!!!!”
You really are ate up, trying to move on with your life but stuck in the past. A hangers-on….you are the worst. People like you should just end it. Crying all the time, never letting go. Never your fault…what a dip shit.
Let’s face it…you made the right decision. Hell I am proud of you for even making a decision. Given the fact you are a complete waste of a human being…everybody says it. We all know you are shit, no matter where you work. So at “the company” or somewhere else you are bound to remain the same crybaby, hangers-on you have always been.
You and Dirty should do the world a favor…put your heads together and use one bullet.
Ta Ta,
LIK
You’re right. I am crying. Crying for you. Crying for those two or three decent people left at “the company” for having to carry your dead weight. And turnaround? Who are you kidding. You’re so out of touch to know those above you don’t even believe there is a turnaround. No one does. Opps. I mean no one but you. Watch carefully the 3rd qtr earnings release. Turnaround. Now I’m laughting. Hysterically.
But you’re right. I sure do regret my decision to move on. Can you please hire me back? I’m hoping I can bridge my service and ask for separation again.
Just a few final thoughts as I think we’ve beat each other to death on this one.
Lost in Kansas is like a lot of people out there. Frustrated with their lot in life. Upset that they’re not rich or famous or attractive or of average intelligence. Down in the dumps because the woman they thought was their mother turned out to be their transvestite uncle.
But let me tell you this LIK. You can get out of this funk you’re in. If happiness means that an individual can get up in the morning and piss in a toliet instead of a floor drain in his mother’s basement, then you too can succeed. If having a healthy lifestyle means that you can get over your penchant for having intercourse with porpoises, then you too can succeed.
So take it from me fish-fucker, I think you’re going to be hugely successful.
LIK get a life!!!!!!!!! You are a waste of skin.
The cuts are coming…..Get Ready!!!!!!!!!!!
I am sure the Tire Shop has your IP
Sincerly,
Malaka
Is it not interesting how much time LIK invests reading the posts on a blog that he obviously despises? Is it any wonder why “the company” continues to struggle?
I am not.
I do not.
That’s a lie, that’s a god damn lie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I would be…I already am!!!
Sleep with him!!!
We will all pay on judgment day….especially you Clerk, I will make sure we pay special attention to you …..sweetheart!!!
Tire…how was the rape…tasty?
LIK
All this talk of “judgment day” and “tasty rape” … you sound like a prison inmate. As a matter of fact, I surmise that “Lost” is an intern at “the company” who has no chance of parole, i.e., promotion.
Don’t allow the rest of us to interrupt you. In fact, maybe you should spend less time reading this blog and more time attempting to figure out how you will escape your (obviously) sorry existence.
I’m just kidding LIK. You are a complete waste of oxygen.
Although this whole back and forth did lighten my morning. Please continue.