How does it taste?

I hate everyone here. But, but! I ESPECIALLY hate one person in particular. Let's just call him Retarded Bastard or RB for short, hehe. So, despite him being probably the most horrible human being on this planet, I still work for him. I even go above and beyond once and a while. I run stupid errands for him, wrap gifts for his clients, stupid shit like that.

Get this, I even got him out of a court date because he left town and "forgot" he had to go to court to contest a speeding ticket, asshole.

Being the positive ray of sunshine that I am, I don't let him get to me. And do you know why? Karma, friends, karma. What is this karma I speak of? Well, basically I am a firm believer that if you are a giant asshole, fate will eventually come along and give you a big open handed bitch slap to the face.

So, jack off RB gets to reschedule his court date because of me, but guess what, he loses and has to pay a $120 fine and all the court dues. The next week he is also rear ended on his way to work. Week after he is called to jury duty.

All the while I just want to scream in his face at the top of my lungs, THAT'S KARMA BITCH! HOW DOES IT TASTE?!?!?!

The lesson here, don't be an asshole, it will come around to bite you. And if fate doesn't get you I'll slap you myself and no one will feel sorry for you.