Inspired by dchurch inspired by Jeccius
Dear company ex-boss

Thank you for the wonderful look of shock on your face after I swept everything off your huge desk on to the floor. Those 4 1/2 seconds of your sick brain completely shutting down were more than enough payback for all the suffering you bestowed on so many.

Walking down the corridor, into the sunset John Ford-style, nonchalantly throwing a 1/2 finished can of beer over my shoulder at your squeaky verbals, I have to say this was a moment in my life I would replay again and again.

And your subsequent arrest some weeks later was just... justice.
(roysin, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 13:39, 12 replies)

Sounds....
...unimaginably lovely.
(dchurch bah, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 13:57, closed)

It was wheelspinning out the car park in the Accord that put the icing on the cake.

( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 14:45, closed)

wheel meat
(likeajackhammer, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 14:47, closed)

Has the concept of username creation become a jumbling of letters, and producing the results?
This is very poor.
( Jam Master Geordie Hero of B3ta., Mon 8 Mar 2010, 14:47, closed)

You sure are a loose cannon.

( JessAction Give me all your expensive brandy and hubcaps., Mon 8 Mar 2010, 14:50, closed)

I bet the boss had just told him that he was off the case.

( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 14:51, closed)

the brain-dead expression on his boss's face was caused by him throwing his badge and embedding it in his skull!
bet he deserved it n'all! the cunt!
(likeajackhammer, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 14:53, closed)

He's a renegade who doesn't play by anyone's rules.
Not even is own.
( RR I love you ... in a way, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 14:54, closed)

I don't even OWN a rules.

( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 14:55, closed)

This guy wrote the rulebook. Then ripped it up. In his OWN face.

( RR I love you ... in a way, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 14:59, closed)

FIGHT THE MOTHER FUCKING POWER.
I am impressed you managed to drink a whole half-tin of beer before jumping through the open window of your Accord, screeching off as you flicked the Vs at your gobsmacked boss. Do you have tits?
( CaptainCrackerjack live trout, slow motion, Mon 8 Mar 2010, 20:17, closed)

Sorry no tits
so no flashes of inspiration in the chest department.
(roysin, Tue 9 Mar 2010, 0:36, closed)