| A Message from Herbert Kornfeld, Accounts Receivable Supervisor:
Heads up, Midstate Krew…
If tha idea o’ wearin’ some wack-ass polo-shirt an’ blu jeanz on tha job make y’all wanna cream yo’selves, check this out: Startin’ September, every Friday be Bidness Casual Day at tha M.O.S.
Human Resourcez Directa Bob Cowan, he think tha only thing that’ll keep y’all from bum-rushin’ tha janitor closet, haulin’ out some cans o’ turpentine, pourin’ ‘em ‘roun tha Midstate grounds an’ lightin’ a match be getting’ to dress like some goddamn fool durin’ office hourz.
Casual wear foe vacuumin’ yo’ crib or sittin’ roun’ like a pussy.
Ain’t shit wrong wit’ officin’ gear. Don’t believe tha Man’s lies ‘bout it bein’ uncomfortable an’ unnecessary an’ shit. Tha Man always tryin’ to keep tha officin’ peeps down. It like he tryin’ to deny us our cultural birthright an’ shit. Fuck those who would keep us outta our Dockahz. Y’all gots to respect yo’selves. An’ you bitchez should be mad proud to put on them skirts an’ blouses. An’ that support hose, or whatevah it is y’all wears to hide yo’ leg stubble.
Fortunately foe Bob Cowan, this fuckin’ policy be optional. ‘Cause if anybody tol’ tha H-Dog to shuck his fly sweatah-vests an’ necktiez foe some pair-a stonewash jeanz an’ a shirt that say “my moms an’ pops only gots me this t-shirt when they at Carlsbad Caverns” or some shit like that, I’d go fuckin’ Lee Marvin on they sorry ass. Y’all wanna boost morale an’ shit? Give peeps a goddamn raise.
H-Dog OUT. |
