I gotta say brosephilus, I'm worried someone might have seen that and I'm worried you're a murderer.
That guy was a prick. The worst part of the day was that when I got to work, the machine was out of Coke. I asked theguy in the warehouse to fill it up, but he said that the Coke was out of stock.
I'm serious, dude. You killed a guy. You ran him off the road and slit his knife open with a hunting knife. WHY THE FUCK DO YOU EVEN HAVE A HUNTING KNIFE?
Around 3 O' Clock, the Coke delivery man shows up and fills up the machine, but the Coke was warm. It fucking sucked.
Dude... You killed a man.
Do you have any idea how gassy that warm can of Coke made me? Do you even know what thats like? I'll fucking slit your god damn throat with my motherfucking hunting knife, you punk ass bitch!
