melly

Added some tasty new pics to my "newer Melly" folder... check them out if you like!




I keep feeling this intense desire to break some stuff... and laugh about my destructive tendencies at a later date...

So where I work, I help little asshole kids build their own "teddy bear/and or animal"... they watch us stuff it, then they dress it , take it home in a little carrier, and make it a birth certificate...
well underneath the machine is a pedal, you step on it to control the amount of stuffing that comes out, so that we can stuff the little animals for the little bastards.. the mall i work at is infamous for redneck assholes who don't give a shit about their little demons running around unsupervised. So the kids run up (ah, the pitter patter of cloven hooves) and think "oooh.. look! A pedal! must push it!" ... I am thinking of seriously putting up a sign that says "next bastard that pushes this pedal, will be killed and sold" ... put their dead, gutted bodies in the little tree trunks, with all the other animal "skins", that are available to stuff .... it would be funny.

and I leave you with words of wisdom, from Ms. Nellie

On the way to my job on the way to my work
On the way to that slobberin' hoverin' jerk
Who's my boss today
Who's my boss to stay
Who's my supervisor when I'm in my grave
A slave on the run still under the gun
Of Attila the Hun with a cinnamon bun
I don't know son, was there somethin' I missed
I don't think Fritz Lang was a fantasist
Metropolis exists is this
If you listen close you can hear the piss...