So yeah, I'm in the middle of my shitty job and I have to take the Cosby kids to the pool. It's a fun experience, as our restrooms should be condemned. I go to the men's room, as it would be the obvious choice since well I am a male. And we have no toilet paper in there. But there's a mouse in the bathroom just chilling. I wonder what it would be like to wipe my ass with a mouse? While pondering such a question I decide to go to the women's restroom, as there are no women in the bathroom... So I'm giving birth right. It's glorious I'm pooping in a better place. The women's bathroom is awesomely great it's sort of clean compared to the broken toilet seats and shit all over the floor of the men's room. So as I'm testing the threshold of my hemorrhoids I'm grunting away all my worries and I hear the outer door of the bathroom open up. I think to myself. Damn it to all hell a chick is coming in the bathroom. So I gotta stop grunting and pooping hoping she doesn't try to get into my stall. Then it hits me, she just walked into a wall of stench so powerful it could be considered a biological or chemical weapon of some sort and my colon could be confiscated by the US Armed Forces to utilize against all the dirty Arabs in dirty Arabville. I hear her gasp as she walks into the bathroom. The smell must have been overwhelming. I think this because she started gasping as she was preparing herself to use the facility. She used it and left promptly she must have forgotten to wash her hands or didn't care if she had germs on them, as the staunch of the bathroom was too much for her to handle. I have been known to clear a room of filthy mexicans due to my awesome power of poop. So she leaves and I'm back to heaving the bloody hell out of my ass. I wonder if it's normal to be sweating and feel as though you have just run a marathon after pooping. Oh well...Needs more research. Back to the matter at hand.

I hate my job a lot.

I hate my job more than KKK members dislike black people.

I hate my job more than lazy Puerto Ricans hate filthy Mexicans

I hate my job more than cats hate dogs

So yeah last time I wrote the article about the GED I stated I worked in a shipping and receiving warehouse. I am now in a position to update my job title

I supervise mentally retarded adults in a warehouse environment teaching them skills in how to contribute in society in the job market. And I am failing :-(

I work with these stupid fucking people. They are stupid fucking idiots who need to die. They lack the common sense to drool on themselves while tying their shoelaces. They are so dumb that I can't even think of anything creative to say in an insulting fashion to them. That's how fantabulously dumb they are. Like previously stated by all laws of Darwin, these peoples flame should have been prematurely extinguished. They should be dead.

As of current the only ones left from the last article are my supervisor Bi Boy and Jiminy BIlly Bob. Now I have this stupid fucking jackass redneck idiot jackass fuck who should die. Every day he comes in and asks me when I am getting a lift kit and big knobby tires on my Jeep. I am really getting tired of reminding him it's a 25 thousand dollar vehicle and it doesn't require "mudding tires" or a "lift kit" to go "mudding" I bought the vehicle as a daily driver for my transportation needs with some utility and towing in mind. I had no intentions of driving it into 3 feet of mud to prove what a stupid jackass chromosome missing staring in Deliverance hillbilly I can be. Stupid jackass.

His name is B-Rad. Actually his name is Brad, and he is so god damn stupid that I am not worried about protecting him from himself. He tells me he is going into the National Guard, and I really don't think I want this asshole protecting me on the homefront. He is a stupid jackass farm boy hillbilly fuck who should just go wallow in a pile of pig shit and wait for the next tornado to roll through and take him to a better place of legal inbreeding and 4x4 pick ups with 4 foot lift kits and nothing but confederate flags hanging everywhere. This asshole is in the break room telling me about how expensive it is to insure a 1989 Jeep Cherokee. He pays dollars a month for liability. At that point I blurt out while laughing, how many DUI's do you fucking have pal. He just kind of looks at me with this look in his eye of huh. I then tell him, I pay 7 dollars less for full coverage on a 1999 Jeep Cherokee for full coverage and a rental in the event of collision and the vehicle is no longer road worthy until repairs are made. The he tells me he has 1 DUI and tells me how he has to have SR22 insurance. Stupid hillbilly jackass put down the Pabst you stupid hillbilly jackass pig fucker. I hate you. Every day he asks about when am I getting my lift kit. And I tell him, A. I work here I can't afford a lift kit, I can barely afford my Jeep working here. B. only hillbillies have lift kits. My vehicle is fine the way it is and C. my girlfriend says if I get big knobby tires and a lift kit I'm a hillbilly. So I don't want to be a hillbilly. So fuck off B-Rad. Go fuck a goat and chill in a field pondering your existence you worthless hillbilly fuckwad. Your mom should have swallowed that dreadful night all those years ago in Kentucky.

Jiminy Billy Bob is coming a long way, he only asks me about the change in pay period every other week. He will probably be the team leader in a few days. As I am probably going to be working at a new job shortly. And Bi Boy will be fired most likely after I quit. I am so going to quit abruptly and leave them hanging. Those people need me and I won’t be there for them. Much like a bunch of single mothers desperately needing the help of the deadbeat dad who impregnated them. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhAHA

Fuck all you stupid hillbilly pig fuckers in your stupid asses I hope you get herpes.

Oh and then there is this hispanic guy. Not sure what the hell he is. Don't care either I will call him Pimp Daddy Latino Pool Boy. He's not too bright he's been here two weeks. He says he's looking for something new before he quits. I said go for it, this place sucks giant monkey love nut.

Anyways that’s the update for current applications for GED. I hope by the time you people read this I have a new job at a better place where the grass is greener as the grass on my side is dead.

The Master has Spoken
It is written so shall it be