Coupons wank
 So, this bitch comes in to a store that starts with B and ends with Orders, you know, like doctors don't have them.  Anyway, she comes in, and wants to use these coupons.  Well, instead of politely telling her no, I decide that she either has to cough up her e-mail address for a membership or GTFO, because I don't take shit from the customers.  Fuck "the customer is always right."  I'M always right, and I'm TELLING YOU WHAT TO GET, BITCH!!!!

So, yeah, she gives me this shit about how she's not going to get it, and then threatens to cast a spell on me or something.  Or, maybe she didn't.  I'm not really sure.  What I AM sure about is that she totally has intercranial pressure that's making her crazy, and that has to be why she's a witch, and therefore why she's trying to use these coupons that aren't useable at this store.  I'm also sure I can't spell worth a damn, but that just makes me sarcastic, edgy, and cool.

Eventually, she gets the point, and says something rude about how I can't afford college.  Uh, I have a Matsers in Engrish, bitch, ok?  I don't have to take that shit from you.  Now, here's the fun part where I go into minute, and incomprehensible detail about killing her.

And now I'm going to go murder some fish and watch prettiful things blow up in the sky.