Dear ice cream store customers: Fuck you! Our concept is not a hard thing to understand: You pick an ice cream and what you would like mixed in it. If you're over 200 pounds please stop coming in and asking for a kids' size because you say you can't finish any other ones. We all know that you didn't get to be a fat ass by eating kid-sized ice creams. If you call to order a cake on Friday and I tell you that it needs to be 48 hours in advance don't ask if you can pick it up on Saturday because your shit's not done bitch!!!!! Stop coming into my job and making ME look like the one who doesn't know what the fuck I'm talking about. If you just listen it will all make sense. You think you know what the fuck is going on, but you won't shut your fuckin' mouth to listen. SHUT UP!!—Anonymous
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