Ah, how unfortunate!
I'm at Uni, currently, but I was called in by my former job for a week of work this summer. My hate for customers blossomed again. I worked as a cashier at a pizza place. Once, a kid of maybe six years, got a lollipop from me (work policy) - but it wasn't the right flavor. He wanted lemon, so I gave him a lemon flavored lollipop as well. He tasted it and said that the lemon taste was too bland, and then he shoved the lollipop in my face and yelled "TASTE IT, IT'S NOT HOW IT SHOULD BE" and his parents laughed. Oh I don't like kids. Kid customers are double awful.

Well it doesn't sound very exciting, at least you have internet access and no customer contact! Customers are the worst thing on earth.

I'm afraid I have to say that 4 1/2 hours is a lot. What do you do?

That is a very comforting thought.

DickPull! CockFarmer, ButterKnob!

SlodgeCock!

good!

You may procede

♥♥♥♥ YOU WITH YOUR MADE UP WORDS

If you want my comeback, you can scrape it of your mothers teeth

ay yo im a curious dood n u luk intristin nawmeen? i wus jus j dubbin' if i could mayb try u out ya hur? get a feel? try nu things

im hardcore bro frrl

I guess it's the thought that counts, and therefore I am thankful. However, those five seconds of prolonged life would only mean five more seconds of excrutiating anxiety, and five seconds in that state would probably feel like a whole week! So the best thing would probably be a mercy kill.

I often post stuff on my own wall, it's because I'm new here - but mostly because I think i'm worth it.

Posh Twat!

WALES ARE WHERE THE REAL MEN LIVE!

Mae Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau yn Annwyl I fi!

WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?

What part of England you from?

YOU NEED TO BLEED!......TO DEATH!

Thank Christ!

WHY DO YOU HATE THE WELSH!? WE GIVE YOU LAMB AND ♥♥♥♥

Suck My Dick!

Miss thatcher?

I would fly to the scene and get myself slaughtered instead, you have my assurances. This of course would probably buy you only about five seconds of life, but dammit, you can do a lot in five seconds.

Meat is murder, but this would be death _for a certain reason_: my shoes.

Yes, organised crime is very scary. I guess same goes for Sweden, we don't really have violent badasses on the streets. I thank all higher powers before going to bed, for not having been born in Naples or Sicily or so. I attract unlucky stuffs, so had I been born in a less favorable place, I would probably have an organised knife to my throat.

Sounds like a good mafia solution. The point gets through.
A mafia mixture even. in Sweden, they like to drill holes in people's knees if they can't cash up (called "black & deckering"), and cutting off pieced of animals is popular, as evidenced by that horse head in the Godfather thingy.
Elegant.

I think I might be able to use it as emotional blackmail. I could try to avenge my shoes by getting rid of something of hers, but the only thing my mother holds as dear as I held those shoes, is our cat.