I’m punching customers in my dreams again

It’s been 3 years since my last rant, if I don’t release my anger again then someone is getting a screwdriver inserted up a nostril. We’ve all been told to stay the fuck away from each other or we may be lying on a cold morgue slab, right? Then why doesn’t that polite request stop the odd ignorant c*** to phone and request an engineer to call out and fix their bean-to-cup coffee machine? Cos you can’t be arsed boiling a kettle and putting up with the taste of NescafĂ© for a few more weeks or is it more the fact you’re a clueless chinless supine ballsack? I’m going to take those beans and fucking insert them through the gaps in your moron teeth.

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