Kurt the Clerk
"Excuse me, white trash!?"
"You're as handy as a cow on a crutch.
You got to be 10% smarter than the equipment you're runnin', bitch!"
"Wait...What?" You mutter.
"You're so ugly you couldn't get laid in a whore house with a fist full of hundreds!"
You stare at him, the silence is awkward, and you're beginning to become rather uncomfortable.
It seems he's just randomly making up jokes as he goes along...He does this for just over five minutes as you sit reading your magazine. Hit him yet?
"Boy, you best stop reading your newspaper or..."
"You're as handy as a cow on a crutch.
You got to be 10% smarter than the equipment you're runnin', bitch!"
"Wait...What?" You mutter.
"You're so ugly you couldn't get laid in a whore house with a fist full of hundreds!"
You stare at him, the silence is awkward, and you're beginning to become rather uncomfortable.
It seems he's just randomly making up jokes as he goes along...He does this for just over five minutes as you sit reading your magazine. Hit him yet?
"Boy, you best stop reading your newspaper or..."