Kermit, You’re a Douchebag

I had a moment today that I, frankly, despise more than any other. The moment where you don’t know whether to cry, vomit, or beat the living shit out of someone. It happened today at the Maverick. There I was casually minding my own business, waiting for the total on my Gummy Bears, when to my horror Douchebag McQuack steps up to the register next to me. He whips out his debit card and says, “Look, it’s got a froggy on it. Debit. Debit.”

I am still trying to clean the blood off of my shoes.

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One Response

  1. I wish I could have been there to see your reaction! Why can’t awesome things like that happen when I am around?!

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