These Ducktard, methheads pump jockeys love to call me "boss". I can't fuck stand it.
The repeal of the "Pump, My Gas Duck" law has done little to help. Stations are still required to have both Full and Self Service, and the attendants are still trying to pump your gas even in the Self Service islands.
If you’re younger then I am DO NOT call me Bud. It will come to blows. Even if you are older than I am you better be someone I’m related to or have deep love and affection towards.
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If you’re younger then I am DO NOT call me Bud. It will come to blows. Even if you are older than I am you better be someone I’m related to or have deep love and affection towards.
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Thin Lizzy had a few excellent albums, Bud, but I think you overstate their greatness.
If you’re younger then I am DO NOT call me Bud. It will come to blows. Even if you are older than I am you better be someone I’m related to or have deep love and affection towards.
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Thin Lizzy had a few excellent albums, Bud, but I think you overstate their greatness.
These Ducktard, methheads pump jockeys love to call me "boss". I can't fuck stand it.
The repeal of the "Pump, My Gas Duck" law has done little to help. Stations are still required to have both Full and Self Service, and the attendants are still trying to pump your gas even in the Self Service islands.
Fucktard: “That’ll be $12.50 boss”
Me: “Fuck off pal”
If you’re younger then I am DO NOT call me Bud. It will come to blows. Even if you are older than I am you better be someone I’m related to or have deep love and affection towards.
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Thin Lizzy had a few excellent albums, Bud, but I think you overstate their greatness.
None of these offend me, boss.
I am not a pussy.
None of these offend me, boss.
I am not a pussy.
But I say unto you @dnc , That ye resist not evil: but whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also.
They are all shitty. But the winner is Guy for me and it isn’t even close. Calling someone guy was big thing like in the 90’s and possibly to this day and to me it was a big fuck you by whomever said it.
Like, “hey Guy”. Or “what’s going on guy.” One of my biggest pet peeves ever. It was a bigger pet peeve when the person calling you guy knew your name!
My friends and I would talk about how we all hated it and we always prepared ourselves with a comeback with a few of the options above. Sport. Champ. Pal. Chief. Boss. Captain. Skipper. Mixed all those in when we were called guy.
I probably wouldn’t appreciate being called any of these except “boss”, but even that doesn’t completely sit right.
The preferred way to address me is “yes, mistress.”