I did a little more setting up of Christmas at work today. This time it was toys. It seems that this week was a pain in the ass as you would know if you read my bitch fest from Tuesday. A couple things have happened since the last time I was here that I must address.
The condom in the clam chowder story. I’m glad I’m on the Atkins diet and don’t have to worry about all this shit. First that lady found a tooth in the chicken noodle soup and now this lady finds a condom in her clam chowder. You don’t have that problem with a fucking steak. Hey, maybe it wasn’t really clam chowder after all. What if it was just a big pot of jizz? I don’t know how emotionally unstable the lady that found this is, but it said she spent the next 15 minutes in a restroom, vomiting, and has since seen a psychiatrist and taken medication for depression and anxiety. OK, I can see the vomiting part, but how fucked up are you that you suffer depression and anxiety from this? What’s so depressing, has she not been laid in so long that it was a subtle slap in the face? She takes drugs now to cope, and when she goes to her local Walgreen’s to get her prescription she has to stand next to the condom section to pick it up… now that’s funny.
What the fuck is up with this Hepatitis breakout in Pittsburgh? 500 people that ate at a Chi-Chi’s are sick, and three have died already? It said they ate there back in October, which is shocking to me, because I have a hard enough time remembering what I ate last week, let along where, and a month ago, forget it. They seem to think the source of this outbreak is from scallions, which also infected about 280 people in Georgia back in September. What the fuck is up with the scallions? How did a scallion get Hepatitis anyway, did it come from Pamela Anderson’s garden? Getting a serious disease from eating out kind of defeats the purpose of going out. Fuck, I’d rather find a condom in my soup.