I Hate You, Pig People.

[Grislygus]

Never, ever, in my entire life, have I ever met a cluster of people who totally went above and beyond the stereotype. I loathe you all.


You, the black haired, lumpy weeble of a woman. Do not show up three hours after closing and expect to get the food scraps. We are sweeping and scrubbing the floors. They've been sitting in buckets at room temperature for ten fucking hours. It's a biohazard, we're not gonna save it for you. Ever heard of trigonosis? No, you wouldn't have, because you didn't make it past middle school.


You, the gangly retard who bragged that you all cut organs out of a still-living pig because none of you could figure out how to kill it. Or you, the fat guy who can turn his head a full twenty degrees farther than is humanly possible.

And who can forget you, the chick who stood there, near tears, hiding by the front door for an hour because you could not figure out how to grab the scrap buckets, even after the owner, the cooks, the waiters, and I gently explained how to get up a stairway.

I resent your existance.