Job: Turd herder
I’ve never seen a bigger group of whinging flapstains. You lot would cry if you had to actually do any real work. How the fuck do you keep your jobs? You’re all about as useful as a one legged man in an arse kicking contest. Have fun languishing in your miserable, provincial little existences. I’m done. Finally. I can’t get away from you lot fast enough. 29 more days, rejects.