So there you are. It's a working day. Lunch time. You want to get twenty bucks out to go grab something for lunch. But when you get there, some cow is hogging the machine, paying every fucking bill she's gotten since her 14th birthday. Hey, you inconsiderate moron! It's lunch time! Nobody has all fucking day! Do that on your own time after hours! Or better yet, learn how to click a mouse and do it via your bank's website in your ugly bunny slippers! All I want is a twenty dollar bill, not to spend seven minutes of my life staring at your bad hair while you lick envelope after envelope after envelope! >:|
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