Ok, so I was reading one of the many posts I find on Facebook, The Verge, Business Insider, etc, you know, the sites I troll while manning the Volunteer Desk at work, which is really the most time I have to do this as when my volunteers are here I have lots of managerial work to do.  But as my volunteer is absent this morning, trolling is what I did.  The post I came across has to do with Reddit and the all time top 200 posts (original article found here).  The best one I got to read thus far is entitled “I hate my job” but the original post’s style sheet seems to be corrupted, or maybe that’s just how all pages look once archived.  Here is the text from the post:

[blockquote type=”elegant”]My job is so fucking unbelievable.

I’ll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:

First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.

The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I’m not sure she even showers, much less shaves her “womanly” parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat.

But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I’m sure after work. He probably hasn’t been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he’s only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960’s, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it’s trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single fucking day.

Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.[/blockquote]

For those of you who have not figured it out yet….


The voice of the OP is obviously Fred LMAO