What the Hell Do You Want?

Just got back from work, settling in for the evening, in the privacy of your home, safe in the knowledge that you aren’t going to have to deal with any more cr4p until tomorrow. The phone rings… “Hello is that Mr. Hightower? I’m calling from…”, blood boils, heart rate escalates, there’s a million things to say to the underpaid low-life automaton who has just invaded your privacy, the most polite of which still involves a string of foul-mouthed obscenities. You open your mouth only to find you emit nothing more than a polite smattering of fumbled syllables as you suggest to the caller that you are ‘really busy’ and perhaps they should ‘call back another time’. How you wish you could launch into such an unrelenting torrent of rather eloquent agression as this chap.. This video requires speakers for full effect and is NSFW (although I cannot believe that there’e a boss in this country who does not appreciate the sentiment). Oh, and the page is covered in t1tty banners.