I think that it is important to remember that every asshole is somebody’s child.
Somebody’s sweet little darling, honey bunny, poopy doopy….Asshole.
And in everyone’s defense, I’m sure that their parents did not intend on raising a big fat asshole.
‘Ah honey, isn’t he sweet? What a big strong asshole he’ll grow up to be one day’.
‘If we save enough money, maybe he can go to Asshole College’
‘Yes girls, that’s my son, isn’t he an asshole? Yup, just like his father.’
No, I will not fight with someone’s baby asshole.
I refuse.
Even if they are in their forties, hold my job in their hands and might or might not be erectiley dysfunctional.
It goes against the rules of the Non-Asshole Association that I work so hard to remain an integral part of.
I'm not getting my card revoked because of some random asshole!
But….. put me in a room loaded with assholes….
Well then I might have to tell them to take their card and shove …
Ahem….
Excuse me.
No.
I will not fight with s someone’s sweet little baby darling asshole.
Not today anyway (-:
So how do you hold on to your card?
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