I kind of want to know what this man actually does every day. Can you imagine him mopping a floor or whatever and totally fuming, muttering angrily to himself, mentally composing his evening vlog? Totally That Guy, all making the maids scurry in fear when he slouches into the break room.
He might be the friendliest guy ever. That is, until you engage him in conversation, and he stares at the sky for a second before straightening his cap and beginning his tirade...
"Hey I got this movie I wantcha to git a look at, hully shit if anyone did this to me I'd kill'em, gimme yer take on it" *hands you a well-worn porn DVD*
Also, it's the plumbing that seems to bother him most, and this is one man who knows his bathroom plumbing.
1 star for every human head in that bucket behind him, plus one for the 'stache which is giving everyone in the county fair warning that he wants to wear their skin.
I'm trying to listen to what he is saying but all my attention ends up being entirely devoted to the giant image of the dog behind him. It defies logic.
It's obvious, Bill. All the transsexuals you hear about are male-to-female because no one SANE would choose to be a man in our terrifying New World Order gynocracy.