If my Dad was still alive he'd have already taken over the entire nursing home, ruling it with a iron fist.
"Motherfuckers, I don't give a damn about your 'dietary restrictions' bullshit. If Mrs. Murphy wants an extra pudding cup, she gets an extra goddamn pudding cup!"
[cracks whip]
"NOW GO GET THAT PUDDING CUP, BITCH! And if you dare even try to put it on her bill I'll snap your neck like your weak, soy-infused child snapped his leg on that ski trip last year!"
If my Dad was still alive he'd have already taken over the entire nursing home, ruling it with a iron fist.
"Motherfuckers, I don't give a damn about your 'dietary restrictions' bullshit. If Mrs. Murphy wants an extra pudding cup, she gets an extra goddamn pudding cup!"
[cracks whip]
"NOW GO GET THAT PUDDING CUP, BITCH! And if you dare even try to put it on her bill I'll snap your neck like your weak, soy-infused child snapped his leg on that ski trip last year!"