Posted: 12/16/2009 1:31:10 PM EDT
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I go to the fucking post office to mail a couple of fucking packages,I am fucking greeted with a fucking line of fucking people all the fucking way out into the fucking foyer and fucking beyond as I fucking wait in fucking line for my fucking turn , after about ten fucking minutes in this fucking line I finally make it to the fucking door that leads into the fucking service area this is when I fucking notice they have a fucking sixty foot long fucking counter with eight fucking clerk stations and only two fucking clerks attending them there are forty five fucking customers ahead of me and who the fuck knows how fucking many customers behind me now I'm thirty fucking minutes into this fucking fiasco and I have to fucking go pee,fuck! the fucking line is fucking moving fucking excruciatingly slow moms with screaming little fucking brats the fucking guy behind me smells like thirty one fucking flavors of fucking funk the bitch ahead of me has a nice ass and perky tits one would think this would be a fucking bonus but fuck no as I am starting to fucking feel the fucking pressure of my fucking bladder and start to do the fucking pee-pee fucking dance I am not getting out of this fucking line and start all fucking over just to go fucking pee fuck me! now I start to fucking think why the fucking USPS in their infinite fucking wisdom would only have two fucking clerks at the fucking front fucking counter during the fucking Christmas fucking mailing rush fuck you, you fucking fucks!!!
Thanks for listening I feel better now |
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It's the fucking post office less than two weeks before fucking Christmas. If you used your fucking computer for more than porn and Arfcom, you could fucking pay, print off a fucking label, and have the fucking mailman pick the packages up at your fucking house instead of going up there at all.
Have a nice fucking day. |
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It's the fucking post office less than two weeks before fucking Christmas. If you used your fucking computer for more than porn and Arfcom, you could fucking pay, print off a fucking label, and have the fucking mailman pick the packages up at your fucking house instead of going up there at all. Have a nice fucking day. 
you fucking obviously don't fucking know where I fucking live  
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Worse is when the idiots bring the packages to the window,and they are not even wrapped completely.
It's been many times I've stood next in line for 10 minutes watching the clerk assist the customer in wrapping the parcel,filling out labels,etc. Don't even bother complaining.It's like talking to a door.They(USPS)just don't care! |
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There was a lady in front of me, with a shopping cart (I don't know where she stole it from), who was actually wrapping her presents on the floor (borrowing tape from the Post Office people). Thankfully, a postal lady came through and let me (and everyone else) get in front of this idiot. |
only on ARFcom would someone count the fucks and do the math 
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Quoted: It's the fucking post office less than two weeks before fucking Christmas. If you used your fucking computer for more than porn and Arfcom, you could fucking pay, print off a fucking label, and have the fucking mailman pick the packages up at your fucking house instead of going up there at all. Have a nice fucking day. Yabbut he lives out in the frozen sticks. Kinda like Deliverance but with a bow and ice sickle instead of bow and arrow. |
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I go to the fucking post office to mail a couple of fucking packages,I am fucking greeted with a fucking line of fucking people all the fucking way out into the fucking foyer and fucking beyond as I fucking wait in fucking line for my fucking turn , after about ten fucking minutes in this fucking line I finally make it to the fucking door that leads into the fucking service area this is when I fucking notice they have a fucking sixty foot long fucking counter with eight fucking clerk stations and only two fucking clerks attending them there are forty five fucking customers ahead of me and who the fuck knows how fucking many customers behind me now I'm thirty fucking minutes into this fucking fiasco and I have to fucking go pee,fuck! the fucking line is fucking moving fucking excruciatingly slow moms with screaming little fucking brats the fucking guy behind me smells like thirty one fucking flavors of fucking funk the bitch ahead of me has a nice ass and perky tits one would think this would be a fucking bonus but fuck no as I am starting to fucking feel the fucking pressure of my fucking bladder and start to do the fucking pee-pee fucking dance I am not getting out of this fucking line and start all fucking over just to go fucking pee fuck me! now I start to fucking think why the fucking USPS in their infinite fucking wisdom would only have two fucking clerks at the fucking front fucking counter during the fucking Christmas fucking mailing rush fuck you, you fucking fucks!!! Thanks for listening I feel better now There are three post offices that are somewhat convenient for me. The one in Elgin, IL is the posterboy for all the negative stereotypes. The other two are pretty good. 8/10, not creative enough swearing. |