You know what I hate?  Now before you read this blurb, if you know me then you know how I think.  3/4 time like a song, that's what happens when you smoke and become a paranoid hypocondriac.  Well here's the back story for years, and I mean years I was sending out emails at work, some from my dad, some from other people at work.  Well let me tell ya, when people wanna fuck with ya they will, and not to mention any names, but certain losers out there.  Losers that are trying to make work and life a bore, just because they are a bore.  Goddamn legion pole smoker.  I know who ratted out me and my father, I know the truth.  My father, man who has worked at EMS for almost 35 years, a man who has been a manager for almost 15 years, had to take shit from his boss because his emails that the both of us sent out to people for shits and giggles MIGHT have offended someone.  In the same vain that I might have ran someone over in the parking lot, or I might take a shit on my desk at work on Monday.  I may have offended someone by sending out a forward with a redneck woman in a bath suit top using her God given fat tits to hold a drink in a plastic cup holder.  That may have offended one of the redneck, fat, bitches that hold a drink in their breasts.  I MAY offend someone that's what I was told.  Honestly, if you're someone, man or woman, let's be honest we've all seen men with tits too, holdin' an alcoholic beverage in your breasts, then I'm sorry you're a redneck.  And that's cool, I know rednecks, they know what it means to be loyal.  Here's the jizz of the whole issue.  I realize it's supposed to be jist, but I said jizz because this shit sprays on you and it stains. I get talked to by this loser who ratted out me and my father for trying to get people to laugh at work, a place that's already made shitty by weak and useless management, now they want to crack down on people trying to make the working experience somewhat more fun, instead of doing something more constructive, like hmmmm, well how about fixing how poorly Toronto EMS, a city office, is run and managed.  That's what happens when city gets a bunch of rednecks to run anything.  Think about, what happens when a redneck gets a home?  That's right, the truck goes on the blocks, the old fridge migrates to the front yard, and all of the sudden the stink of booze and welfare drench the house.  Well that's what's happening to Toronto EMS, these losers who will be the next generation of leadership will ruin something that already doesn't work well. 

 

Ya so I'm called in, no names, but damn I'm told that no complaints were made, and no one was offended but someone could've of been the whole time I was thinking to myself.  If I were to slap this rat in the mouth what would happen, am I in trouble for just thinking it?  The potential slap, then defication on this loser from Barrie who's trying to be the boss.  And what the fuck is up with the winking, what's wrong with you?  You got the shakes of something?  Get some leeches, they might help, just like most of the medics they like to suck on things. Stop winking at me, you weirdo.  I know I'm a hot man and all but I like the ladies, I know I'm the platypuss for being straight in the City of Toronto's version of the Navy, the only time a man is tested to be gay is if he's gay or someone thinks he is; and why not instead of "cracking down" on the new evil that's stupid emails, crack down on the useless employees that you hire, that go on workers comp, and that seemingly go to work like normal people go on vacation twice a year for about two months.  Such a loser, trying to exude control over me and get my father, a man who has been in this game for soooo much longer then you, you shaved monkey.  What is this elementary school?  You don't got the balls to tell me or my father that we may have insulted or offended someone?  Wait by potentially insulting or offending someone, does that mean I actually did?  No it doesn't, this loser ran to my father's boss, like a child with a skinned knee, or one that just got candy from a strange guy who wanted you to find this candy in his pants.  Is that what happened, you met up with you bum chum and played with him and figured out how you can be an asshole?  I'd hate to be in EMS in a few years when this ass becomes a real manager.  People will be screamed at before they do anything just for the power trip.  I hate losers like that, at home does your wife hold your balls in a purse, just like your boss probably holds em in a different way?  A way that reminds you of how it was back on the road, and when you went to party on Church street?  You know what they say, gay men love medics, that's why there's soooo many working at EMS, isn't that right winky?  Now I know that this would offend soooo many people, but I don't say this shit at work, I just send out emails with guys who have a number three shaved into their backs for the late Dale Earnhardt, you see I know things about you redneck folks, you brothers of the soil.  I know you, one of my best friends is a redneck himself, and I rarely ever say stuff that would be mean.  The world needs rednecks, so all us normal humans can say "at least I'm not a hick".  So in the end, all I can say at least I'm not that hick that rats out people to their boss, and at least I'm not that hick that reams out people for trying to make the workplace less shitty.  By the way the reason why the work place is shitty is because of the hicks like you.  So go to the legion and be proud of bustin' someone on something sooo meaningless as emails.