You Know What Really Grinds My Gears!?

I am a pretty laid back guy. I don’t freak out over little things or go all Columbine when I don’t get my way. But there are some things in life that push me over the edge. Some things need to get fixed before the world comes crashing down and we’re all sent back to the dark ages. This is a huge problem. I am one of the millions of people affected by it. I know others have complained but it seems people have turned a deaf ear to our cries and pleas for some order to this chaos they call “business”.

Pull your heads out of your aces. Stop this malarkey and show the American people and the other people of this great Earth that were not some game you and the hot dog companies can play with. We’re fed up! We’re not going to take your crap anymore. Why do you continue to make the buns in packages of 8 and the hot dogs in packages of 10? WHY!? For the love of God, please explain this. You must have an answer. You know what? I don’t care. I don’t want an answer. I just want it to end.

Stop the 8 buns and 10 hot dog crap! Sure it was funny at first but we are sick of the joke. I have a slight case of OCD and this is not good for me. Who knows what extreme I will go to if I ever fall into your trap again. Please make the packages of buns 8 or vice versa. We will no longer put up with your antics. I have spoken. I am man. I am law.

If you have a problem Oscar Mayer, you can stick your B-O-L-O-G-N-A up your A-S-S.

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