You’re a fucking moron, that’s why. And you’ll be stuck doing dead end low wage jobs all your life until some divine intervention gives you that extra brain cell that takes you out of the Amoeba IQ grade level.
There’s a reason I hate idiots and this is why. It’s hard enough finding a pizza place that delivers in this black hole that is the Dockside Apartments in Philly and when I do find one because I’ve been jonesing for pizza for days now, I have to order from Papa John’s and behold the fucking moron.
The delivery guy calls me, the out-of-towner, to ask me how to get to my condo. The voice I hear is that of someone who can barely pronounce more than a few syllables before getting confused and having to rethink what he was saying.
I had to whip out my laptop, log on to Google Maps and give the poor sap directions because telling him to take the street he was on till he hit the river, turn left and then drive to my address was to much intel for the fucktard.
And as I write this I’m still waiting for my pepperoni pizza. Goddamn blithering cretin.
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