I have a job!
I have a job, and it's a pretty fucking good one. I make calls and take people's opinions. And the good thing is: everyone loves to give their opinion. Except old people, damn them. All I have to say to anyone who would read this: Next time one of those "public opinion survey" fellers calls your house, take a few minutes to answer their surveys. It's not that hard. But when people don't answer, I get all pissed off, and they have your fucking phone number, address, age, gender, what party you're registered under, first and last name, etc. So they're probably the wrong people to say "shut the fuck up and never call here again!!" to. Not to make that sound like a threat, because I wouldn't be able to call anyone who reads this anyways. Because drew's the only one who reads it. ever. haha. My dad brought me the coolest donkey, and everyone has to come see it, it's a donkey and when you push his ears, a cigarette comes outta his butt. He got it when he was visiting his britlandish girlfriend. Next time I"m going, so I can stockpile donkey-butt-cigarette-dispensers. Haha. And he got this stuff Thorntons special toffee (treacle). Puts american candy to shame. Shame on all of you for eating candy that's not this. I could live off this shit, and now I know why kids in england stereotypicly have shitty teeth, because their fucking toffee's so damned good. All their wonderful great sticky candy........