A F'ed Up Retard

So tonight I had a home made ghettofied quesadilla for dinner, courtesy of a quesadilla maker.

I've always wanted to make my own quesadillas, however I either hesitate to buy the maker, or I am unfamiliar on how to make shredded chicken. Yeah, mucho pathetico, I know.

During my one wasted month spent in between jobs, the devil crept in my brain and told me to get a job with one of the most ghetto places I've ever been in. I'm not disclosing where, but E.G. should know as he worked in the same capacity, for the same industry. Ok, it's a major telecommunications company.

The mofo in charge of training, was some white dude who apparently makes the best quesadillas. At the end of the training sessions we had a dinner and he served them.

I have to agree, those are the best quesadillas. They have all white meat, lots of cheese, and an awesome sauce.

However this idiot decided that his ego needed a boost so he proceeded to yak and spread some tall tales that made me almost choke on the quesadilla.

Apparently this bastard learned how to cook lumpia, and "mastered" the art of cooking lumpia, people who tasted them really enjoyed it. Then he proceeded to say the most asinine line I've ever heard.

"People loved my lumpia so much, they thought I was a Filipino. As a matter of fact, they thought I make better lumpias than Filipinos."

You know what, dumbass - you will never, ever, ever make better lumpias than Filipinos. Ya understand?

Never. Ever.

Those morons who sampled your food must be smoking some good shiat.

A big F.U. to that clown.