Today was just peachy. We got a new piece of equipment from our supplier in the U.S. We’ve been waiting for this thing to come out of development for over a year now, and we’ve got customers who’d buy it in a red hot second if we just had it to deliver. So, since it is an add on module for a two way radio, we install the silly thing in one of our radios to try it out.
Shit. It doesn’t fit. You’ve got to remove a plastic strut in the radio housing to make it all go together.
Son of a bitch. The installation instructions were written by a Chinaman who learned English from a Russian who learned it from a Martian.
God damnit. The diagrams were drawn by a spastic first grader who needed to sharpen his crayons.
Fuck. The software was written by a microcephalic pissant who doesn’t know radio from Adam’s off ox.
I’ve got a serious hankering to kick some ass - and the sumbitches most deserving are out of reach.
I nominate the smart-mouthed kid who insists on playing basketball outside my house. Yeah, I know it’s a public street and all, but when I’m on line, I don’t like to hear thump-thump-thump over and over and over again. I asked him to move the basketball goal (it’s wheeled) so his missed shots wouldn’t crush my plants. His response “Yeah, whatever.”
I nominate every shiteater that knowingly drives in the wrong lane and then tries to get over at the last second. Sorry I didn’t slow down to let you in, your Majesty.
:: Virtually ass kicking the Miami of Florida football team ::
:: Virtually ass kicking smart-mouthed kid who insists on playing basketball outside of FairyChatMom’s house ::
:: Virtually ass kicking six of the Cincinnati Bengals and two of the coaches ::
:: Virtually ass kicking Ed Greenwood ::
:: Virtually ass kicking every shiteater that knowingly drives in the wrong lane and then tries to get over at the last second ::
:: Virtually ass kicking Jack Chick :: (Just on general principles. Nobody nominated him, but he could sure use it.)
