Job: Fix bastardin appliances
Look at my face, does it look as fresh as a prince from fuckin Bel Air. No does it fuck, it looks as wizoned as Hugh Hefners nutsack. That means I’m not a fucking first year apprentice so there’s really no need to stand glaring over my shoulder watching my every move you ignorant arse drip. Especially since you know fuck all about fuck all. In fact why don’t I come over to your work and I’ll stand behind staring at you while you push your fucking pen? On second thoughts I’d rather get a life, unlike you, you fucking scroat.