Lazy, loudmouthed whining, abusive, uber-insesensitive overweight FUCKERS.
I'm fleeing thes carpetlayers because they are so unbeleivably unpleasant to be near.
And when I've gone they'll do all sorts of damage. Plus leave me carpetless because they hadn't time to finish the job.
Why do the whistle?
Why do we produce such dreadful men?
