You know how, like, when the cable guy is supposed to be there by 2 PM

and he shows up at 202 PM and you are PISSED so you rip the roll of cable off his tool belt and wrap some of it around his fucking nads and pull it as hard as you can until the blood flow is cut-off and he's like, you know, begging for mercy, and you like, you know, start screaming in his face so spittle and breakfast is fucking flying out of your mouth like you are a lunatic and he is going PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE so you tighten the cable a little more and you start screaming I NEED MY TV MOTHERFUCKER DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND???? And like, he's like all apologetic for being late, but you don't care because by now you are slobbering like Cujo in a dog grooming salon and....




























Ooops...nevermind.

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