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What do you get when you cross a bunch of fat degenerates with another bunch of retarded dweebs with the charm of a pile of putrefying offal?

Company X IT department organizing an appreciation dinner for their counterparts with complementary level of mental retardation.

I had the most unfortunate encounter with these microorganism from the deepest bowel of the social food chain at a steamboat restaurant last weekend. These dipshits spoiled many people’s dinner that night. They were all over the place, laughing, shouting and snorting like the place was a sty belonged to their grandparents. Bunch of contemptible shitfucks.

Being an extrovert myself, I understand that a certain degree of noise are usually tolerable during a gaiety event with your bunch of cronies, but there’s always a limit to that. You never yell and scream like you’re getting anally violated by a really fat piece of fire extinguisher. No matter how happy you are, you should always check if your group does it too much to the point of annoying others. This is what we call - being civilized and considerate.

But not for these motherfuckers. It was as if they’ve never advanced from the days when they’re wielding clubs and wearing animal hides. It was a no holds barred night for them. They yelled and screamed like cro magnons running loose from a life sentence leash, totally apathetic to the looks of consternation from the rest of the patrons who were trying to have a normal dinner there…

What’s even more sad was, they’re all Company X employees holding senior and management posts. People that are supposed to be educated and stuff, and they are the ones that displayed a complete opposite kind of rustic bumpkin behavior. I have already suspected way before this, that these dopes are nothing but a bunch of delinquent parasites that never do their job most of the time in the company… but after this unexpected encounter, I realized that they are actually more than that. They are also socially inept (well, except amongst their wretched kinds, I guess).

That’s our IT department, ladies and gentlemen. A living proof that physical and mental advancement is not plotted on the same time scale for certain people.