"Alright, next scene. Frank, you enter stage right with the bag of cocaine."
Alright...NOBODY will get this quote..
I, once again, had the pleasure of working at 8 in the morning. It was so dead, you could even hear the mall music. This morning was Mariah Carey and I wanted to burn my eyes out. I know that wouldn't stop me from hearing her singing, but maybe the immense pain would cause me to pass out? Or maybe I could just cover my ears. I have to say the only thing I enjoy about work, besides the people, is the 15 minute drive there and back by myself. I get to cuss like a sailor, sing obnoxiously loud to the music, and think about things. 23? MORE DAYS!!!