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Name: Kyle
Location: Missouri, United States
Birthday: 1/8/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Making people laugh, listening to music, reading good books, watching good movies, hanging out with my buddays, shooting powerful firearms, partyin' hard, driving my truck, flying on airplaines, going to www.totse.com, being sexist, listening to people, buying stuff, going to the plaza, fixing crap, having fun in Mr. Gann's room, playing FIFA 2004 for XBOX, playing HALO for XBOX, playing computer games, wakeboarding, the Young Democrats Club, making money, making friends, cooking. You know the usual.
Expertise: Making people laugh, making fun of all my emo friends, working, playing HALO, and bringing a smile to your face.
Occupation: Operations
Industry: Media
Message: message me
AIM:  SetUpUsTheBomb05
Member Since:
9/10/2003
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This segment is entitled "Best Buy: The dreg of my day."
For the past three weeks I have been getting one day a week to
work. Other part-time people are getting 3-5 days. I even
changed my availibilty hours from open to close. Yet, my new
whore bitch of a manger still gives me one day a week. At
employee meetings at 7:00 in god damn morning we have to read these
piece of shit packets that was put together by some geriatric who still
thinks black people are slaves. Here is a sample: Chip and
Lefty (obvious white guy names) are trying to sell a top of the line
20" COLOR t.v. to Edna.... The packets also give us insightful
information on how to sell worthless shit to worthless cheap assholes
who need to be knee capped.
My friend "Justin" and myself were sitting in our circle listening to
my manager talking about how if we didn't have the product in-store
what can we do. A co-worker, "Ja'Ron" said dotcomdoit. In
whitey terms he said. "You can get it at BestBuy.com." "Justin"
started cracking up, as did everyone else. I was sitting there,
thinking of the coolest way possible that I could commite suicide, and
I lean to "Justin" and say, "What the fuck happend?" He repeated
what "Ja'Ron" said so I started laughing. My idiot manager thinks
that everytime we say something to eachother we are not paying
attention. So she oozes out of her sick mouth, "You want to share
what you were talking about?" "Justin" retorts, "We were just
discussing the accurate and intelligent answer that "Ja'Ron"
stated." She said, "Pay attention!" Fuck that bitch.
I hate her so much.
Another time (this story is the best because I embarass her in front of
the whole department) we were sitting at another time wasting meeting
and reading out of those filth laden packets and were talking about
E=MCS or, Entertainment = Machines(mp3 players, XBOX, Computers, etc.)
C(useless crap I can't remember) S(Services such as replacement
plans). We were taking turn doing 'popcorn' reading. All I
could think about was the popcorn filled turd I wanted to squeeze out
on her hoopty ride. After someone was done reading, I said
something to "Justin" and my whore manager says, "Kyle, please explain
in your own words what we just read" thinking that I wasn't paying attention. I was ready for this
becasue I wanted to ruin her shit. So I closed my book just for
effect and REPEATED WORD FOR WORD WHAT WAS JUST READ!!!! HAHAHAHA, you
should have seen the look one her face. She was crushed.
Everyone laughed at her. That slimy pig. She was
devasted. I wanted so bad to stand up, walk over to her, t-bag
her, give her an elbow drop, place her in the sharp shooter and then
walk out triumphantly. I remained calm. I tried to imagine
what was going on in her brain. After five minutes of laughter(I
kid you not). She got up and walked away. VICTORY!!!!
Oh my god. Fucking customers are the dumbest most ignorant peice
of redneck trash EVER. Old people think that since they are old
and have been dragged threw shit all of their life that they have a
right to be a crabby bitch. Example. Last sunday, I asked
an old hag if she needed help. Wrong move. She says that
she was looking for an old western. She saw it a few days ago in
our shelves SO SHE MOVED IT SO NO ONE WOULD BUY IT!! Guess what,
granny forgot to take her Centrum Silver and FORGOT WHERE SHE PUT
IT!!! I had to spend the next hour and half of my day looking for
the movie that was no longer in our stores.
AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Other honkeys come in asking about ps2 and xbox live. I say they
need high-speed internet and an extra ethernet cable. Not only
does nascar fan not have high speed internet he doesn't have a fucking
computer! Get out of store. He needs to worry more about
his breaking down I-ROC Camaro, 18 kids, welfare, and his stock of Aqua
Velva cologne.
People also come in asking for the shittiest music. "Hey have you
heard of 'Celtic-Afro Symphony." What the fuck? No
one listens to that garbage. Also, if it has been played on MIX
93.3, there is a 99% chance that I haven't heard it and it sucks
huge ass.
More shit to be wrecked.
I have decided to post many posts of destruction instead of one huge
one so I can give you all a breather of the carnage. Leave a
message.
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| My rage has been built up for months. There will soon be a post
that will be so catastrophic, you will cry like a little
bitch. I am writing my thoughts to make sure I miss nothing.
Soon it will be here, on this very page.
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| Hey everyone guess what I hate?
Hypocritical bitches.
Yesterday. Sam, Trevor, and myself were rolling to Best
Buy. Laura passed us in her car. Sam passed her. I
gave her the peace sign, just as a nice gesture. So, what did she
do? Flipped me off. So I did what any normal guy would
do. Return the favor. So, it turns out that she was going
to Best Buy too. No problem. When we got out of our car, a
member of my party, not me, left something on Laura's car.
Here is where I get pissed:
It is about noon time and I am surfing the internet and I go to this
good site and read my response's. Here was one of them:
"it's perfect. you and i will go down to orlandos .. one sunday
night this blissful summer. then we will have a festival of throwing a
weak arsenal at my windshield.
you like? me too .. you look so sexy when you flip me off ..."
Not only is that piece of shit incoherent and poorly thought out, it
also took me two times to discern the load of crap that was just spewed
on my site.
After reading that garbage I hastily made my way to Laura's site to see what other crap I could find. Here is a sample:
"Thanks to Trevor and Kyle, who reminded me of elementary humour today, and also gave me an excuse to make my parents wash my car."
What colour would you say my humour is? I don't
know. But I realised that we could hop on a buggy, eat some fish
and chips, while going to get daft in the pub, eh? You are not in
England. Spell right.
At this point I was inscensed.
What a dumbass bitch. What shred of respect I had for her is COMPLETELY gone now.
So of course I had to ruin her with this response:
"Listen, I had nothing to do with that lugie on your windshield. I
also did not flip you off. I actually gave you the peace sign, in turn,
YOU fipped me of, so I returned the favor. Get off your high horse
bitch. And don't accuse someone of something they 'supposedly' did,
without confronting them first. Sound familiar? Practice what you
preach."
People agree, you cannot trust lying whores.
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