I'm pissed at the low down, scurvy, rat bastard who came up with the idea to super size my paper towels. And then the lyin', miserable marketing moron has the nerve to tell me he's doin' me a stinkin' favour?!
I long for the good ol' days when a paper towel was a paper towel. It wasn't rocket science, for heaven's sake ... if you had a bigger spill (ie; marketing genius blood all over the ceiling and walls), you just ripped off a couple more sheets. Now you have to use a hunk of towel the size of Delaware for the most insignificant of spills.
Gimmee back my perferations you slimey cigar smokin', thirty second floor sittin', back-alley deal makin', lyin', cheatin' piece of dog crap executive decision maker or ... the gay Bounty guy gets it!!
rant@juddzfarm.norave