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I've never worked harder my whole life than I worked last night. The last person left the store around 10 and we close at 9, and Katie McButthole just stayed outside and chatted while we had people seriously out the door for about an hour and everybody was being a Queer Mcfaggot. Some lady asked for chocolate swiss with pineapples and granola, wtf?
Ironically enough, I slept in for 14 hours on Labor Day. And had a conversation with Jess('s answering machine).
I need a girlfriend really bad. I feel dumb, but Mrs. Lunsford is married and I don't got many other choices. And Mr. Guy is straight...dang it!
This entry is like a burnt peice of gay, except worse.
Marriage casserole lingers through the night while murdering the medical research Friskel. Blimp. "I still can't believe it's not butter!" Take away my National Postal Museum Self Guide and I'll break your wife like a Sulphur Bellied Flycatcher: Fairly common locally in canyons and compact children, almost like a freakin' kitty kat.
Ironically enough, I slept in for 14 hours on Labor Day. And had a conversation with Jess('s answering machine).
I need a girlfriend really bad. I feel dumb, but Mrs. Lunsford is married and I don't got many other choices. And Mr. Guy is straight...dang it!
This entry is like a burnt peice of gay, except worse.
Marriage casserole lingers through the night while murdering the medical research Friskel. Blimp. "I still can't believe it's not butter!" Take away my National Postal Museum Self Guide and I'll break your wife like a Sulphur Bellied Flycatcher: Fairly common locally in canyons and compact children, almost like a freakin' kitty kat.