You come down to work and bump our shit on the track and we are going to recommend that you take a shower. And by shower, I mean Auschwitz style…where we gas your ass and chunk your corpse in the ditch with your stupid little friends. After that a bunch of chipmunks will probably rape your eyeballs. At least I hope so….cuz if you were at Houston Grand Prix bumping and acting a fool then you deserve nothing less than eternal ass-pillaging by Satan himself.
And, now that I am inside all the fucking time, who will make sure that the little children suffer…a bunch? This guy.
I bet you will think twice about bumping after Go-Kart Hitler slams a mace into a baby stroller in front of you. That’s how we roll up here at work. We are all about safety.
Check out what happened when one of our other employees decided to sit in a non-employee designated seating area. That’s right boys and girls. His shit got maced. Hard. And without mercy. I have proof.
Behold the price of dumbassary:
The point is… don’t come down to the track and fuck up. Otherwise you will die. Hail Go-Kart Hitler. Instead of Jesus in his heart he has the unholy ghost of Hitler. Run children, run.