Tell it to someone who gives a shit

Dear Starbucks customers,

I am sorry that the company has raised its prices, and you now have to pay $2.15 for a venti coffee. I am sorry that your grande Pumpkin Spice Latte is $4.75. I don't much like it, either. Its shit. Shit shit shit. I KNOW, trust me. But please, for the love of all that is holy, call fucking corporate and yell at them. I don't fucking decide what to charge you, fyi. 'Aint my fault. So stop fuckin yelling across the counter, stop telling me I'm a fucking fascist, and don't tell me I'm not getting tips anymore because the prices are so high while you look at me as if I CAN FUCKING DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. Cause I can't.

Thanks,

BB

In real life, I am not as much of a bitch as I come across here. Why? Because I have a fucking filter on this beautiful mouth of mine. I know when to say what I'm thinking and when to keep my trap shut. Thats why I have this lame ass blog, where I transform from mellow doormat to a crazed, filithy mouthed witch with a bad attitude. Wish I could say the same for one of my customers, who feels like hes gotta yell across the cafe that the rash on his dick keeps getting worse. True story.

Excuse me while I vomit in the frappachino sink, please.