Irritating Assholes, Part Two Hundred Twenty Six Million

I can tell you right now that if I worked around such an annoying twit as this that I would be walking around all damn day eating large chunks of Bar B Que'd Beef with my fingers and wiping the sauce off on my shirt. Better yet, now that I think about it, Pork Chops would be even better. Then she could watch me gnaw the meat right off the bone and I could leave little piles of bones laying around.

I love cold Pork Chops.