link hereI hate the senile, useless, senior citizens where I work. Yesterday, I came around the corner to find this witless hag pulling her pants down and backing up to an armchair to take a crap on it. She couldn't remember where her bathroom was, so she wandered out into the hall and decided that a piece of upholstered furniture was just as good.
Honestly, why do we work so hard to keep these people "alive"? God forbid these miserable old once-were-people not survive as long as possible to burden the rest of us. They have no quality of life or reason for living. Nothing left in them to distinguish them as individuals or even as something better than animals, really. They are human equivalent of goldfish.
Feb 29 2:41 AM MST 
